The old part of town

I look down in the old part of town and I see only age and dirt

The Black Cat

Tonight, as I drove home through Scalby, at about 9pm, my headlights picked out a black cat, lying across the centre line as if asleep. Two other cars passed by on an almost empty road.

A relaxed ramble

Along the lane from Arthur’s Stone [collapsed remains from times long gone, some ‘cromlech’ ancient burial mound once buried underneath the ground] to Merbach hill, with blue-domed sky:

Conflict

No recollection on who it was about.
Gold cherry

A feeling for spiders

I don't like spiders I got one in a glass the other day which was full on aggressive mouth parts attacking the glass and saying to the monstrous me you and whose army lady

The Bakery

It is a small square room with walls painted a fading red. The sweet smell of rising dough saturates the air.
Cherry

Metro

It’s the kind of end-of-summer day that makes me hurt inside my heart and my head. Bright blue sky, shot through with the thin trail of a plane’s vapour.

Wings

Vivid dreams and an odd nighttime visitor make a man question his purpose in the world.

Fireblood- Part One

the evil ice demon Zandorike, who was so powerful that even the gates of hell could not sustain him

A Conversation With Lucifer

Hell is not what I expected, nor is its Master.

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