None of it is True

This is not going to be one of those stories about what could have been. Nor is it going to be about what ought to have been. Then again, it is not a story about what was. None of this ever happened. At least it didn’t’ happen this way… no matter what she tells you.Continue reading “None of it is True”

Finding the Words

Finding the words doesn’t come easy. Often the words are not where you left them. You could’ve left them sleeping on the pillow next to her warm dreams. You could have left them there a long time ago, back when the times were very different to now. They could be on some foreign shore orContinue reading “Finding the Words”

The Thing with the Tongue

There was a time… No, hang on… there were a couple of times. Obviously, I am not including those other times, because there would be far too many of those to recall. Hundreds… maybe thousands of times. After all, it has been a fair few years now, and you do get the hang of itContinue reading “The Thing with the Tongue”

The Definitive Piece

So, anyway… well, perhaps this is not the sort of thing you are expecting. After all, it has been said in the past that… er… something or other is not necessarily, or in some cases is necessarily so. Except in those cases when the opposite is… well, the case. Having said that though, we doContinue reading “The Definitive Piece”

Excessive Amounts of Baby Oil

‘Well…’ Now, isn’t this cosy? Just the two of us… well, apart from… y’know. ‘I’m a bit nervous.’ There’s no need for that, we are friends, after all, aren’t we? ‘Well…’ Can’t you say something a bit more interesting than just well, all the time? ‘You created me this way.’ I know, but I thoughtContinue reading “Excessive Amounts of Baby Oil”

Monday Poem: The Frozen Fields

The Frozen Fields We drift through mists that hide the day. The night will close in on us, and the cold Will make us huddle protectively inside. The rain will fall, almost frozen, hard Like the ice of sadness that freezes Then shatters the delicate heart of one Who has known love and seen itContinue reading “Monday Poem: The Frozen Fields”

Sunday Poem: Stories and Lies

Stories and Lies I saw her. She was walking so alone. The road was long, and lasted all her days. She would, I knew, then grow so weary sore Of walking, long before that endless road Then curved off into distance far beyond. The road was heading on towards some place Beyond the maps weContinue reading “Sunday Poem: Stories and Lies”

Always Remember His Name

Another day, another scene. Or, if he was unlucky enough, and the writer got into the flow, a complete bloody chapter. He was getting too old for this. Back when he started, it seemed like an exciting career choice, glamorous and sexy. To be the protagonist in action thrillers seemed like the dream job. AfterContinue reading “Always Remember His Name”

She Knows Darkness

Her name? Just the echo of some sounds in her mind. She is not even sure if she ever had a name. But everything has a name. He must have a name, even though he never speaks. The things he brings her to eat, drink, to clean herself – all of those have names evenContinue reading “She Knows Darkness”

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