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StoryA Christmas Carol (My adaptation) docpov112 years 4 months ago
StoryA Deserted Englishman. docpov012 years 4 months ago
CollectionThoughts from the real world docpov112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Beach docpov012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Futility Of War docpov012 years 5 months ago
StoryIce and fire docpov212 years 5 months ago
StoryI am letting go QueenElf716 years 10 months ago
StoryNo More Than Ten Words. QueenElf417 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Tenth Revolution. QueenElf117 years 7 months ago
StoryDawn in the Poppy Field. QueenElf317 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Kiss. QueenElf317 years 9 months ago
StoryInside Out (A new beginning). QueenElf117 years 11 months ago
StoryAre you Lonesome tonight? Please read. QueenElf117 years 11 months ago
StoryChristmas Shopping Blues. QueenElf418 years 1 day ago

My stories

Ice and fire

13:30 GMT. Aboard the ecological tourist ship Global Commitment at the edge of the Antarctic ice fields…
Cherry

A Christmas Carol (My adaptation)

He was a tall man, powerfully built and yet not overweight although this was hard to tell under the thick winter coat he had pulled tightly around him.

The Beach

I lie on my perfect beach staring at an unblemished blue sky unmarked by cloud or plane. The only sound I hear as I close my eyes is the crash of the surf as it hits the coral reef that guards my island paradise before gently lapping the beach at my feet.

The Futility Of War

It is quiet this morning nothing moves and there is no sound in the early morning sun, a sun whose rays are dispersed by a light early morning mist that is gently rolling over the fields along the valley floor.

A Deserted Englishman.

It is hot, very hot. Not just the heat of a summer's day but searing, mind- numbing heat that I can almost taste. I look around; screwing up my eyes; even behind sunglasses the glare is incredible. A heat haze covers the sand dunes that stretch around me in all directions, giving the illusion that land disappears into the shimmering water on the edge of sight. I know it is not real but I am dying to believe it. To have some respite from the torture the sun is inflicting on me, to have release.