Chapter 1

The sun is rising slowly, peacefully, peeking over the hilltops to illuminute the world into a world of color, deep blue waves crashing onto the sandy shore.

The Death of Fishes

“The Death of Fishes” The great green eye of the wave rolls a pea along a socket; the glimmer in the shore bludgeons the death of fishes; Incandescence along the shore

Ulysses

Some great, stupid thing flared in your heart, Ulysses.

The Dead Land: Chapter 4

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Hidden memories

Between the kitchen, the hall and your bedroom, are all of the moments we missed since childhood. Holding our breathes and quietly filtering the air,

The Fairy Who Sneezed

Violet was a pretty fairy she enjoyed everything about fairyland, but she had one small problem, every time she went to colour the flowers to brighten them up or to shake the pollen so more flowers wo

Finkle, Wicker, Deep Thoughts and Mutton Stew

“’Am waiting for a chariot.” “A chariot! There are no Romans going to come past up here, mate.”

spiritual

You say, when I use the word, that she, my she, uses it too - you say ‘what does it mean?’ And this, when leaning against the backdoor post, you roll a roll-up and other thoughts
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A Bit of a Domestic 3

Contains the usual strong language and lots of swearing

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