Lovey, dark and deep…

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 →

A is for Apocalypse…

This was the last food that I remember from Sandham: Potato waffles Scrambled eggs and beans YoghurtsFruit juice   Red lentil, chickpea and chilli (v)  Roast lamb, roast potatoes, carrots, peas and mint sauce Sweet potato curry (v) Apple shortcakes  Southern fried chicken, wedges and corn on the cob  Orange Pavlova  Toast and drinks. It’s strange,... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

Sometimes your characters surprise you.  It is easy to fall into the obvious escape narrative. As humans, our psyche dictates that we are  running away from some imminent threat just as much as we are unknowingly running towards some other threat. It’s probably a species memory from when we were pre-meal morsels for much bigger and... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I remember the strangest of things, stuff that neuros don’t tend to notice. Faces are my best. I can tell if a neuro is masking, but not if they are wearing a mask. There’s all that ‘old saying’ nonsense about eyes being the gateways to the soul, but obviously I don’t think that way. Eyes... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalyse…

Something had nudged me from sleep. The night was still with us. I imagined that I could hear the other boys sleeping deeply in their rooms as I had been doing before a noise had crept into my sleeping space and encouraged me to sleep no more. My curtains had been open as I don’t... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

Silence has many different levels of meaning. To some it means just what it says, a complete absence of sound. In that type of silence you can hear absolutely nothing and I would have a major problem with such a unresponsive definition because it is just so plainly not true. When we think that we... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I don’t believe in things that go bump in the night. There is always an explanation, for everything. Take the universe. It just did not happen because some strange deity, who had not even thought of a name for itself, deemed it so.  The universe began because all the energy that was ever around was gathered... Continue Reading →

History Classes…

We started to line up for our food. One meter apart was the rule, and no touching anyone else. For the younger boys this was as impossible as understanding poetry or those things called themes in Shakespeare. It was the same for me when I was younger. I would smash pens, turn over desks and... Continue Reading →

Part of a New, New book…

Not yet proofed but it makes me feel good to let it breathe. PS I don't want Stephen King stealing it. Perchance to dream... On the night after I had seen the carnage of the woodpigeon, I dreamt that I was flying through the sky on a night that was not lit by a helpful... Continue Reading →

When you really are mad…

There was once a wise king that ruled over his people who resided in a vast citadel. The king was feared for his might and admired for his wisdom. And all his subjects revered him. The citadel had one source of water which was a well in the centre. In the mornings people would gather... Continue Reading →

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