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My dad's medals from WW11 - he was a Master Bomber in the Pathfinders and flew 60 missions. He marched to remember, every year he could. Anzac Day...

Chapter 8: Somewhere to stay. The hut stood squat beneath its thatched roof, still rustling faintly with the night‑flying whoopee birds who had...

Overnight the news was on: people talk fast nowadays, soundbytes even on Mainstream Media are delivered fast and loud, the questions are always shorter than the answers, which are generally little more than an on-line pitch for tiktok or instagram.

The world is bearing down on me. I can no longer endure the endless stream of news about wars and destruction, genocides and the killing of children—...

You have reached your destination. The system is working. You have passed. You have failed. You have reached your destination. The system is working...

Tom's class was a large, bright room next to the assembly hall. Like the hall, it had windows all along one side, but looking out over the playground...

We heard a bump on the ceiling. Had she fallen out of bed? All was quiet but up I went. The bed was empty where she had been, and she was nowhere to...

Atoms Fuselage in shadow, target due east, cargo measured by atoms, lives suspended by the spider-thread of false deities. Image free to use @...

Dandelions Jennifer Pickup, 24.04.2026 Those yellow flowers on the lawn, intruders that did not belong, she dug their souls up one by one using a...