Pockets

Forensic bags of fabric form Collecting the debris of life- Storing brittle fragments of days and adventures Snippets of paper in foreign tongues Wrappers which retain their taste

The Sharp Edge Of Steel : Part One

This one is rather dark. It's based on a nightmare I had that was so prominent I had to write it down. The story just grew from there. This is the first chapter.

Alderbrook

Face twisted in tight knots, acid fizzing like Pop Rocks in his throat. He spat, blood and green hammered the cold grey slabs. Black flints sparkled, hands like windmills, a chaos of limbs.

Behind Closed Doors

9:00 PM Mom: See ya honey! Bernard: Bye Mom! Mom: We'll be back in about 4 hours, okay? Bernard: Yes Mom, bye!! Dad: Where's my keys, I know I laid them around here somewhere...

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

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