Cherry

SF. Pt.13f. Striptease.

The ongoing identity quest.

Babel Babble

Pantoum, of sorts.

Silenced

Can’t express, or articulate, The words in my head, can’t escape. Spinning like a merry-go-round, The soul deep inside, cannot be found. The hands holding me down, pulling me under,
Cherry

Snooker, Ratings, Death

People come to me for ideas. They want me to fix things. I tell them that not all broken things are meant to be fixed.
Cherry

windows of madness (part five)

Stephen stars in a blue movie, before heading back down to earth. Meanwhile, Llewelyn travels back in time. The two are destined to meet, I think.
Cherry

Bluffs, Family, Superman

The setting sun has burst its shell, covering the sky in a messy lilac yolk. My footsteps on the gravel sound like a thousand Roman soldiers as I march up the driveway.
Cherry

Warsaw rising survivor tells her story

From the agony of the Warsaw rising to hospitals in Africa, the story of Dr Eleanora Zaremba

Are You Certain - Part Two

"The Time Lord was almost correct" He continued. "The TARDISes, the magic boxes, aren't telephone boxes but brain boxes. Inside is the mind which is as big or as small as its contents.

Jean-Yves song

song about a rather annoying French friend. (tune: "Joleen")

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