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[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Foundational truth from which wisdom flows is knowledge and reverence of the Being who knows the compass of truth …won’t carefully ponder … presuming there’s no-one far greater than we …

It was something that she couldn't live to regret. She died in a fire that was caused by a cigarette. She was smoking in the dark while she was in...

Years ago, when still at school....

Guilt rolled in. It washed over them as a tsunami washes over land. They hadn’t had the time to properly consider it but, yes, they had sacrificed an...

bookshops are like lovers they numb in black & white then seduce you with colour titillate and tempt your soul until you finally let go find the...

I sat outside for the first time this year and of course it wasn't two minutes before somebody landed on my lap. It's the same in carparks when you...

A glimmer of hope when police called to say his Ferrari had been located but it’d not be collected immediately from an undisclosed location. It’d be...

Liam in My Head: A Novel-in-Progress. Sometimes the only thing keeping you from losing your mind is a voice only you can hear. Chapter 2: The...

Love is like a string of dreams. It is all empty when awaken. Perhaps I was born to be that much sentimental. Thus, I am teased by love. The dream we...