CLEANING BILL

‘You can’t be too careful,’ warned Mrs Tidy, pointing the spray gun at me. My knee-jerk reaction was to raise my hands and surrender before being blasted with disinfectant.

Chapter three: To Battle for her Worth

Can a child pit her bravery long enough to survive a Spartan trial?

Chapter two: To Call Upon Fate

Six years had passed in the blink of an eye. Life with Thaya and Baris had been a kind one at best.

In the Fell Clutches of War

How far would you go to save the ones you love?

Song for Solace

Here is my mirror. The page does not reflect what is. It is controlled and contains what ought to be believed. Unenchanted mirrors too distort and distract but all

Beautiful

She batted her lashes at him, a smile forming on her pink glossy lips, her wavy red hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The Trauma of Nam

A poem about my feelings on the Vietnam war, after watching a documentary.

the times of ages

*early life* In life’s morning, when the dawn has passed and the world is becoming lit, pure sense hits; and in that brief and feeling moment, we lift our feet and

Magdalen College Chapel, Oxford or Intentions

Pray for my son, who has lost his way. For you, a herd. A herd so plump, That news of their rotund rumps, Would be heard as far away as India, for You are more scared to me.

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