Madness

For a challenge, the prompt word was Silence

The Enemy

Tempus Fugit...
Cherry

Crematorium

Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
Poem of the week

Longs Close

It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times

Bad News

Once again it's the media,bringing bad news.

The Intruders

I became aware of someone running across the grass - it was Linzie. ..... ‘Thank goodness I’ve found you. There’s something in the house.’

Rokkitnite's Book is out now!

We Can't All Be Astronauts by Tim Clare (our very own rokkitnite) has just been published by Ebury Press. There is a link to the Amazon sales page at the end of this article. "Right!' My Dad slammed his fist against the dashboard. 'If you want to die let's f***ing die together!' 'Dad...don't', I said, referring to the profanity rather than the death-threat. But my father was lost in his own private Thelma and Louise moment. His sleep-deprived...
Cherry

Conjunction

Silver net of souls

the filiaments of the sun's rays so softly netted her nude body, a lady with a mind of her own the warbling of birds in the night keened to a scorching pitch,

After Mandela

“After his death” he says, “the prophecy will come true, Slaughter of all whites within seven weeks.”

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