The Mourning Sun

The wood pigeon had returned. This time it did not look so confident. It had been three days since he last saw it and, at first, he was glad of its company. But, even from this distance, he could tell that it wasn't doing well. Aside from his avian acquaintance, he had not seen any... Continue Reading →

About Writing…And An Odd Mind

I woke my wife up this morning. It was probably about 2am when I started speaking in 'Parcel-Tongue'. I spoke this for a number of minutes before working up into a most ferocious fear-filled scream. I woke myself up. She has gotten accustomed to this from me down the years. There is an extra bit... Continue Reading →

Bridging the Past

There's a big fat hedgehog wandering around on the edges of our lawn this morning. It's making the most of the early morning sun. And it's just been joined by a wood pigeon who has been here so many times that it probably believes this to be part of its kingdom. The hedgehog was the... Continue Reading →

Time Sack

Nobody is aware of this, but a few; me and my wife to be exact. My recent travels with Captain Candy have revealed the truth about the nature of existence: the world ended some time in November 1979. That strangely coincided with Pick Floyd's release of The Wall. It was also the time that Captain... Continue Reading →

Hope And The Dead

Short Extract From The Piper 3 For most people the sight of such a creature, especially one so old and decayed as this (its upper and lower lips had been nibbled away by the same rat that had devoured its long dead nose) would have been a cause for petrified alarm. This one, though, had... Continue Reading →

Don’t Jump The Gun

At the behest of my trusted Mercedes, I am posting a retraction of a previous statement appertaining to the demise of said chariot. According to mechanics of the highest order, the vehicle can be saved. It's just a minor problem in the great scheme of things. "It may come back a little different."

Wake Up, Donnie…

Shakespeare had it as the Wheel of Fortune, a tragic cycle that was destined to fulfil its revolution until the world was right again. Something is now rotten in the world. Can't you smell it? Perhaps our senses modify themselves when the odour gets too strong. Our eyes adjust to the new darkness and block... Continue Reading →

In The Beginning (perhaps)

I was told that it was up to me to tell the story. I didn’t want to have to do it. Let the dead stay dead, that’s what I was thinking. I have this Scottish Play thing that I learnt at school, if you want to mention the true name of the Scottish play, you’re... Continue Reading →

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