Lost Christmas 4

Sleep is an ocean. I woke, I am awake, and standing on a ribbon of sand that has emerged from the expanse of blue nothingness. I do not remember this place or how I was stranded here. For a moment it seems that I am the only person anywhere. I could wade back in if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 3

The thing about the morning is that it can be trusted. It can be trusted to arrive. It can be relied upon to rid you of the oblivion of sleep and the deception of dreams. I had been awake for quite some time. The bed was warm yet empty of any other. The shower was... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas 2

Are evenings real? I suppose they are, otherwise they wouldn’t have a name. At this time of year, they tend to come suddenly, before, just as quickly, disappearing into the night and the next day. I don’t really know what happens with my evenings. I am aware of getting home from work, often pouring a... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas Again…

The clock said January; somewhere around the start of it to be more precise. I was coming up from sleep and the world was waiting, but not with baited breath. We had been here before. At the side of me was the warmth. The pillow was depressed and the duvet was pulled back, just enough... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

If my memory was correct, the woods represented primeval concerns of savagery and the struggle for survival. Forests were the haunt of thieves and witches, their hidden depths providing the ideal hiding place for the darker side in which mankind could secrete itself. I was in the land of literary psychoanalysis and for once, in... Continue Reading →

The Story of Eve…

The arrow belonged to somebody. That somebody was neither claiming it nor the moment. I surveyed the surroundings and saw nothing. My eyes travelled up to the empty windows in the buildings that stared down at us. Emptiness looked back and my search continued. Who had fired it? Why had they done so? Were they... Continue Reading →

The Story of Eve…

“We’ve lost some scouts.” These were the first words that Laura spoke upon her return. “Lost?” Mother questioned. “Lost, yes, not misplaced. And Maddie is one of them?” “Have they been captured?” I asked.  “We don’t know.” There was a frustration growing within me and it was getting ready to boil over. I wasn’t that... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I think that I had stopped talking. It wasn’t a conscious decision, not one logically worked out, but something that just arrived one morning and then stayed for the rest of the day, and the day after and the day after that – you get it? It was before the world went quiet. Before I... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I held my hefty torch before me, a broadsword against the dreaded shadows. The light danced across the room, hitting books, glancing off the impressive fireplace and illuminating the stained glass windows which told various bible stories that I was not familiar with. On two of the three windows was a man holding a staff... Continue Reading →

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 →

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