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We only crossed a tiny bit of Europe but in the time it took the train on which we were travelling to get from the city of Gorna Oryahovitsa in...

I knew that the road to recovery would be bumpy, but I definitely was not expecting to be not just bumpy, but with hidden land mines, traps, steep...

This was my first ever submission to a literary magazine, and also my first ever rejection. I decided to share it here, untouched. The editor sent me...

Old man suddenly realises the error of his domestic ways and apologises...well almost.

I have heard many times, to try to understand, “What is it like to be in another person’s shoes.” Sometimes that is easier said than done. If I am...

The short winter day was giving way to night; the time to hunt would soon be hers to savour. For now, she slunk into the corner of a drinking hovel,...

Middle-Age survived rising within stake pyres. I come from fire.

Not sure what happened here. One minute I was behaving like a pompous poet, next minute I came over all Gothic. Anyway, I read this to my 5-year old Granddaughter as a bedtime story and for some reason her mother's had me issued with a restraining order. There really is no pleasing some people. Though I suppose on the bright side I don't get roped into to anymore last minute babysitting duties.

In the morning he spread out on a jaunt heading up Irshad Magu with red hibiscus flowers blooming over the low boundary walls. He caught sight of the...