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It snowed last night. My son works nights. I sent Daniel a text before I went to bed,late last night, I said, "PLEASE, when you get your lift home...

I'm glad I'm not a penguin Shuffling through the snow. I'm glad I'm not a penguin With no-one else to know Exactly where I'm going; Just a plan that'...

In which Josiah and Archibald make an unfortunate discovery, D.I. Wood tries to shed some light on the matter, and Samantha is concerned, unlike Mr. Strine.

There’d been five sightings so far of the mysterious figure of a ghoulish old man in a tattered black suit standing on random streets, staring up at the viewer from the past when the van had photographed the street as it drove by. Tall, stooped over with arthritic pain, withered face with the blueish colour of death, the Street Man was a creepy enigma.

Let's have some stew, Followed by a brew. Watch a quiz show, without a clue. There's a next door row between Heather and Hugh. Oh! And the telly's...

Back to the future?

The Field And The Flying Worm By Paul McCann Certainly or not there’s no need to understand anything in that distant field across the bridge . In...

My Grandma My age and chair now least I care as I do not shy while coveting I my grandma’s armpit and to leap on her lap to sit and to sleep on her...

The Face At The Window By Paul McCann Facing our family home there was this old house and every day we saw the face of a woman who always sat there...