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She was oblivious as she stepped out of the train. She was oblivious of the next journey she was about to embark on.

Silence Is Golden?

How's Your Voice?

toxic girl

written in revenge of an attack by the ex wife of my husband. Teh power of failed love, the power of failed expectations, the sadness of life.

The Light & Dark of the British Cityscape

An explosion of light fragments the darkness obliterating the stars. Streets, overrun by cars all day, slow down at night demonstrating an aptitude for change and the chance of respite.

The Dancer

She dances alone, in the still centre of the empty room. Slow turning, a poised delicacy of seamless motion. Her long white dress becomes movement shaping swirls around her legs.

Anti P.C.

Anti P.C. I'm anti P.C., and I don't care who knows it! I open my mouth, and raspberries blows it Some people are for, and some are against,

The Blacksmith

It's a pity that in these modern days the reader will be very unlikely to actually see a Blacksmith working. Ah, for the good old days!
Cherry

Semana Santa

Holy week in our town.

Prologue of Infiltration - Book 1 of the Gimle Chronicles

The city of Gimle never noticed the crime until it was too late...

Curious Travellers

Our friendship is an exploration, Not a search for security. We are the curious travellers.

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