Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Remember Grandmother's midsummer fables will prevail, tales told of fairy land "Have faith my dear,"she would say, for remnants reside in harbour of...

The silence, heavy as it was, felt like a second skin. When he turned his neck, there came a soft, internal squelching, a reminder that his body—this...

Flashes not bolting Thunder done booming Rain no longer popping Remoteness of peaceful healing Trail reflective in puddles appearing Strolling before...

I wrote about an advert that I absolutely love, it is about a young woman moving into her new concrete, plain flat on her own. She has an idea and...