The Cottage Field

A puddle mistaken for a pond, orange feet splashing, black beads watching. Amber set amongst branches, dark fingers slack. The new fields trembled in the ashen haze,

Oak Leaves

Crinkled skin made dents in my palm as I clambered higher. The golden beech jeered I lost my grip, a twig snapped beneath my red welly, wood burnt my leathery hands.

When This Hour Ends

When this hour ends We shall have come full circle once again These uphill battles are what we need So just relax and breathe Commonplace misconceptions

Wall of a Thousand Stories

He pulled into the little parking lot of the gas station and went into the first spot he saw. All he had to get were some bread, milk, and eggs and he'd be out of there in a flash.

MY SOUL TO KEEP - CHAPTER 2 - Daisy Mutton 1785-1792

Continuing our walk round the churchyard - Daisy's tale

The Darkened Room

Pain in some of its many guises!

Home At Last

The prodigal son returns.

Pocket worlds

Tam is the only character I've created who was already dead when I began her story. She exists even in her world only on paper, as a historical figure,the great explorer of her time.

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