Blood of our fathers

Rest in peace, our fallen...

Getting There

So far i've done just what I said, Stopped the weed and cleared my head, Even got myself a job, No longer being a hopeless knob, But I do miss the land of pretend,

The Bluebottle

A little,fat buzzing blue-bottle was constantly circumnavigating her and occasionally making a dart towards the sweet,brown contents of her sherry glass.

saucy (IP) INTERNET CHAT

I’m just a little singer
Cherry

THE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART FOUR

The fourth, and probably penultimate part of my "long" short story. If you've kept with me this far - I thank you!

11 Bars.

-So, let me grieve for the beat before I murder it.-
Cherry

The End of the Pier

The sea-side in winter brings back bitter sweet memories.

Take the Next Road on your Left (7)

“Where the fuck are you?” Hardman bellowed into the mobile so stridently that his bark bounced off the walls of the narrow corridor inside the police station, “We’re 45 minutes behind.

The brain's filing cabinet

Walls covered with cabinets, grey ones and white ones wood ones and metal ones, and each contain different memories, the gold ones contain all you hold dear every I love you

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