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Diggory remained idled at the curb for a minute or two, just gawking at that green button. It was boggling his mind how he couldn’t have noticed it...

All the year they scrub the homes From Skibbereen to Portglenone. They work their fingers to the bone, Afraid to pause to moan or groan. They milk...

This is what I term 'faction'; in as much as all but the beginning and ending maybe did happen to me, as the story describes; but without the dinner party and the resolution at the end. So, I'll leave it the reader to make of it what they may choose - an entertainment, or maybe a true experience of the supernatural - who knows?

The Rescue Preston Fox and Julius Bettermore-Mountblank, and their men had quickly broke camp at first light. They felt enthusiastic about regaining...

I don’t know why I keep looking at the photographs. Every time, I put them away, up in the dust of the attic; and it’s stupid, because then I just...

I only go there when things get really tough. I know, I get , that it’s a delicate balance, and I know that the City is only sort-of there, and only...

I see death all around me It’s raven wings extend so beautifully. Turning towards sacred grounds, Searching ‘til there’s no one ‘round. Looking...

Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/tor-mp3 Ynys Wydryn (Glastonbury Tor) Blue skies shimmer, winter light, offerings hang from...

Murphy’s Law, in Spades A few years back, I was reading an online post from a friend, whose lakefront cottage, south of Buffalo, had been flooded and...