You All Along

From The Story of Eve The shadows stood tall and long in the shining of the moon. The forest waited with trees that could have been beasts and Ruth sucked in her breath. She tried to calm herself. She had been running for more than two hours and she had still not lost them. ‘Them’... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Time…

Who do you tell when the wolf has finally arrived?

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Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What a growing number of people would do would be to ascribe such announcements to the general book of lunacy that they believed had been the script for my later life. Nazis were from the dark pages of history. They were a story that some would tell both themselves and their children, a ‘real world’ tale about wizards, goblins, witches and ghouls. It did happen, but that was Once Upon a Time and anyone who believed that it could happen again was too convinced by fairy-tales and should try to sleep more and dream less. I…

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All Structure is Retrofitted…

This is my first day of the rest of my life.  I thought I may as well have it before it’s too late. I can remember fifteen years ago and being in the preliminary stages of realisation of the years that I was collecting. My footballing skills had most definitely waned and I started to... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…27

Before the pandemic…

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Last night the dreams came. I had been sleeping deeply for the weeks previous but then they started to creep in, slipping through the small fissures in night’s oblivion. I don’t always remember them in the detail that I would want – mainly it’s just an imprint, a nagging feeling of something that may have happened. Last night’s was about a big old four-bar gate.

In need of some white paint.

My wife and I were at a younger stage in our lives, before children and well before the light had begun to fade on our optimism. That’s how I see it now, a landscape that was once a canopy of sunlight, faded with the arrival of clouds, my shadow shortening as the problems of a nebulous world drift in from some place else. This dream was one of those that had not yet been affected by cloud-cover. We were…

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Writing about character…

Even further apart. Enjoy…

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I thought I would share these two extracts that were written many years apart. My character, Liam Flowers has changed and grown. He still carries the scars of his previous incarnation. Older and wiser, he cannot escape his narrative arc.

From The Piper Book of Hearts

Liam

Since he had moved in with The Leatherman, Liam had grown in understanding. The body in the armchair had fascinated him. Its controlled preservation was nothing short of a miracle that awaited his own coming. During darkness, when only the light from his monitor fell across the room, he felt the eyes, long since turned to dust, watching him, pleading for release. Time would come.

Somewhere along the way, he had mastered many skills that enabled him to quietly contact the others. He established websites that reached out across space and drew in those who also didn’t sleep. Many were young like himself…

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Some words From Way Back…

I wanted to be a writer. I wanted the freedom of thought that would allow me to create my own kingdoms and to find my own treasures. I wanted another life from the one that I have now. Teaching is a job, not a life. So, I set about the task of teaching myself how... Continue Reading →

Kick Against The System…

I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky and not too fast on the uptake. She was a strange choice yet she had something about her that made me smile. Claudette It was said that the car was unencumbered by an excess of power. The simple act of putting the pedal to the mettle... Continue Reading →

Digital Narrators.

The other day, I started to play about with the new Anchor podcasting platforms and I have been having some fun. Okay, so the only voices available are a male and a female, both not out of place on the deck of Star Trek, but it does help to hear the stories. My favourite one... Continue Reading →

From The Story of Eve…

Eternity comes in many sizes. Ours was surprisingly longer than I had guessed. We must have travelled for mile upon mile. I was aware of landmasses by which we were channelled. Stands of trees, forests and mountains came and went as we continued our journey and I remembered watching, from a secure height, the mayhem... Continue Reading →

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