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 →

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…

“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 →

The Truth…

Truth is the property of being in accord with fact or reality. In everyday language, truth is typically ascribed to things that aim to represent reality or otherwise correspond to it, such as beliefs, propositions, and declarative sentences. Truth is usually held to be the opposite of falsity.  Thanks to Wikipedia!

Blessed are The Weak…

Another extract from Out of the Woods. You can only be openly disrespectful just so many times before somebody notices. It’s always the ones you fail to notice, the almost invisible ones who do the jobs that nobody else cares to do, the ones you would never do in a millions shit-storm centuries, who inform.... Continue Reading →

Read After Covid…5

They still keep calling me. I am only able to hold it off so much. Inevitably, I cave into the pressure. Could I work in a school that is in some godforsaken part of the country? Maths, she said. I hate maths. Yes, I said and almost instantly regretted it. Our middle daughter seems to... Continue Reading →

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