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[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] If your fears, frustrations fester lift your heart to prayer for faith – not a mindless, empty ritual – finding One who rules the earth. …

Busking On Blisters By Paul McCann Chapter 1 Dark Nights, Dawns And Fast Twilights. Part 2 It was the place where I busked everyday and in my mind it...

Busking On Blisters A Novel by Paul McCann Authors Preface Let me invite you into the lonely life of travelling musician . Your welcome to come on in...

I have a little riddle for you

Your body and bones, Entangled in mine, Lucifer’s embrace- A beautiful mess Encompassing me, With so much regret. Why does it always come to this, An...

A close call. (Flash fiction -500 words).

when did i think life was about progress? things getting better improving new horizons silly life is about falling apart and heading for the grave...

My PTSD was initially diagnosed in 1996. My PTSD therapist thinks it’s a good idea to share my war experience, so that’s why I wrote this story. Physically I left the war behind , but it came home with me. It never goes away. It comes back in many different forms, but however, it returns it destroys everything in its path. It returns through us as anger, anxiety, aggressiveness, emotional distress, memory loss, hopelessness, isolation, sleep loss, and nightmares.

It’s crap when you get a puncture far from home and you have to walk like a bell-end through the whole town wit yer stupid bike – you never know who...