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”
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500 Words
It looked like a nice place to start. Finta looked around. It was a new blank page, not even a paragraph yet. There was a chance it could turn into an interesting story. Providing he didn’t get distracted again. She’d been here in a similar situation only a few days ago, preparing to start aContinue reading “500 Words”
Career Change
‘Anyway. So this is the beginning, is it?’ Yes. ‘Not much to look at, is there?’ It is early days yet. As you said, it is the beginning. ‘Not got off to a very good start, though, has it?’ Well, if you hadn’t interru- ‘Are you saying it is my fault?’ Well, no need toContinue reading “Career Change”
The Writing Life
It was one of those times. Times when there was nothing to say. But he was a writer, he was not going to let that stop him. There was a page here, waiting to be filled with words. So, he would fill it full of words. It was what he did. Except that… Maybe notContinue reading “The Writing Life”
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”
The World in her Hands
She held the small blue green sphere in the open palm of her hand. It didn’t quite rest on her palm, but floated above it, revolving slowly. ‘What is it?’ I bent to peer down at it. ‘It is the world… this world.’ I looked up, around at her bedroom. ‘Seriously? Come on.’ Shenta lookedContinue reading “The World in her Hands”
Sometimes Forgetting is Easy
Sometimes forgetting is easy. At least that is what I thought. So easy, we don’t even know we have forgotten. Other times we lie awake at night unable to forget, unable to let go. I started with the simple things, forgetting my wallet or my keys. Forgetting why I’d walked into the room. Birthdays andContinue reading “Sometimes Forgetting is Easy”
When Every Day is One of Those Days
It was one of those days. He could tell. He’d had many of those days. He’d had a lifetime of those days. Sometimes Sam wondered what he’d done to deserve this life, but on the whole he tried not to think about it. Doreen was asleep, a sort of occasional half-snore emanating from her sideContinue reading “When Every Day is One of Those Days”
Turning This Grey World Green
Turning This Grey World Green The snow clouds down on us, a falling sky Now lost beyond itself to leave this home So deep in white. We turn towards what lies Beneath our footsteps trudging deep and slow On through this drifting winter sharp with cold Until the tired days fade away behind The stepsContinue reading “Turning This Grey World Green”
No Such Thing as Innocence
Henry took a step back into the shadow at the corner of the boarded up row of shops facing the deserted street. He waited, listening. There was no sound except a distant siren streets away. He peered out, first checking the sky. There was no sign of a drone. But there often wasn’t. These daysContinue reading “No Such Thing as Innocence”
A Tangled Rope 