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My stories



I have the talent to undo you. Should I rest upon your servant wrist, you could not resist my power there, unable to undo or endure the barbed wire...

Old Owl

Old owl am I, sat in the steeple, roosted in the belfry, oblivious to the bells that pull and hope to rouse me from decades of deafness. I leave the...

His Twilight

He used to sit and rail at the evening sun when it would beam between the buildings brilliantly after a day of flood. He would curse the disgraceful...

Four Legged Mary

Four legged Mary was kidnapped by fairies, they taught her to dance, but didn’t enhance her, no way. Hairy old Mary was not so much scary as wary and...

Ice On The Inside

This is no false memory or nostalgia for harder times. I remind you of white days, water in the veins of the town, crystallised. More than summer's...


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Posted on Thu, 26 Aug 2021

I suppose, in a historical sense, a huntsman would never question who was in control, but the modern mind reconsiders.

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Posted on Sat, 12 Jun 2021

It's the home invasion element which I don't agree with!

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