Once Upon A Time…

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... Continue Reading →

Aint afraid of no ghost…

From Lovely, Dark and Deep The sleep that arrived was grudging, it didn’t want to cede ground or pave the way into a satisfying respite from the happenings that swirled around me. The memory of pain and the absolute exhaustion was mixed with the apprehension of my dark-hour journeys to come. And then there was... Continue Reading →

Dark and Deep…

I had never thought of him as being a talker, all those centuries alone in the woods would have made talking a redundant function. He may have talked to himself but that may have been a little risky in such a dark place. I was coming around to the understanding that these woods were the... Continue Reading →

Just my imagination…

Could be my imagination telling me that I had posted this…

Read After Burnout

“You left him in the woods. He is alone now. You have to find him.”

There was one very obvious question, but I could not ask it. I could not ask anything because as soon as she had arrived, she was gone. The light was gone. My room was gone. The safety of my bed had been blown away and I was left stranded on the carpet of corpses that formed the forest floor. She had sent me back to save a boy whose name I did not know. I had been safe and now I was not. At least it appeared that I was able to stand.

A moon sat above me. The tree canopy, which had previously been a formidable barrier, had opened to allow traces of light fall through. It was a hint of illumination but that was all that was needed for the scene to take…

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Just my imagination…

“You left him in the woods. He is alone now. You have to find him.” There was one very obvious question, but I could not ask it. I could not ask anything because as soon as she had arrived, she was gone. The light was gone. My room was gone. The safety of my bed... Continue Reading →

Date of Death?

I took the offering and emptied the capsules into my expectant mouth. They tasted sweet and I immediately gained a taste for them. Without realising how I had managed it, I found myself sitting upright at the edge of the bed with my feet dangling into an eternity of emptiness below. “We could jump or... Continue Reading →

Fate just Copies What Happens In Our Lives…

Fate, it had to happen…

Read After Burnout

images-715It’s probably a characteristic of types like me (and you, if you are reading this) that we prevaricate, procrastinate and generally prevent ourselves from doing things in case we truly fail. And the significant one is right.

I am afraid of failure and my fear has been growing year upon year. My launching myself in different directions is not the work of an unfettered adventurer, but is more the hastily constructed escape plans of one who sees his short-fallings as publically damnable and a possible source of ridicule. Now that I am in a corner, one that cannot be sidestepped, I don’t know what to do. My options have run out. I do not even have the simple choice of fight or flight.

Hoisted by my own petard.

I am looking across my teacher’s desk at a book I read to some students yesterday. It was world book day and…

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