Hurricane Katia’s tail-edge

Llŷn peninsula, north-west Wales, September12&13 Lashing, dying hurricane tail, bashing, pushing, gusty gale: whirling map-bag – whipping, slapping; wrenching hat to make it rocket,

The Flower Children & The Reluctant Warrior

There once was a warrior, fiercer and stronger than many but he had lost many good comrades on the battlefield and seen too many innocent people suffer because of war and so, longing to escape a life
Cherry

Room Eight's the Geordie

At just fifteen - sent down the pit to earn his keep.
Cherry

The statue 14/15

Freda stayed to watch the fun, as Jennifer Jane explained the situation to the assembled witches. “I don’t think we should all try the spell at the same time.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of my light novel series. A little mishaps happen beyond the door. PG for swearing.

Blue Seas, Blue Skies

What could be better, than lying under the Sun, on a sandy beach, sunny day? The ocean washes up, settling in a 3 foot hole, creating a kiddie pool for those kiddies.

sleepworker

shift, shift, shift shift, shift, shift, shift, paycheck/shift, shift, shift, shift, shift, death.

easy listening

your ignorance is that last rung of the ladder you hold onto, swinging--- before dropping out beyond the pale.

Broken string

“Okay, I mean if you are gay, how come we just got married?” “That is one question I asked myself throughout today,” Dapo said somberly, “though in a different way."

When Aunties Were All the Rage

Bloomers

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