Fauxlebrity

Look at me celebrity, A product of reality, I’ll sell myself for any fee, And act it out on bad TV. Oh Paparazzi I’ll agree, Just tell me who I need to be,

fish eye

look into the eye of the dying fish where life is golden and tragedy black push back youthful thoughts of forever more and watch as reality comes to your shore

November day

Ice builds metaphorical icicles on my cold clammy skin where once warm blood flowed up blue veins to my brain now cold glass enshrines cold limbs once limber and free cold creeps in

Last One Standing, part 2

A small piece of rubble breaks off from the broken wall, falling down through the crumbled remains of the house.

Last One Standing, part 1

‘Shhh, little gate, don’t make a sound,’ cackles Jim in a wheezy breath as he creeps along. He breaks out into hushed giggles as he the gate, whispering to it like a truant child.
Cherry

On Entering...

Silly, I know, but I half expected to see her...
Cherry

Conceptual

with a little help from Damien Hirst (though of course he doesn't know it)
Cherry

The Rally 11/11

Moggy was only too delighted to be able to return to the alternate world and join in the search for his old owner’s daughter.

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