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Chapter Two. The Dragon. The following week the Butler told the royal couple that a Dragon would be arriving for an interview at 11 o’ clock on...

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The wind tried to bury him. Hunted and haunted him, but the desert silence was the food and drink he needed. If he hadn’t been so tired. Squinted and...

I first met Terrence Oblong in Salubrious Passage, a dark, narrow, dingy, twisty alley that led to the church, hence its name. In the middle of the...

… have regularly produced 3D card letters for her mother … a lovely idea for an older person who enjoys supplementing poor eyesight with feeling shapes and texture … "Feel the fluffy rabbit peeping through the crispy leaves:…

Chapter One. A Small Country. Somewhere along The Great South Road lay the Kingdom of Minisculia. If you had closed your eyes for a short nap whilst...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

At eight, she learned she only belonged underwater. Smashed egg. Her father’s hands were always on her. Shove. Yank. Twist. “Lift your bum.” His...

A bit more. Slow going, isn't it? Ah well.