Stephen King On Writing

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut. I'm a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, mostly fiction. I don't read... Continue Reading →

A Morsel More

Something else was among them. Its sound, as it planted ancient feet upon the floor, indicated that it walked like a man. Alongside it, ran the first of the notes from a flute. She recognised the sound as the one that had been in the darkness for sometime now. She had heard it coming from... Continue Reading →

A Taste Of Things To Come

The screams had dissolved. They had petered out into near silent pleas and prayers. She had waited, fixed like a butterfly pinned into a glass case, a recording, playing the only prayer she knew, ran on and on inside her mind. Lord keep us safe this night Secure from all our fears… But they had... Continue Reading →

Changing Over

The dreams came with the persistence of flies. The operator in charge of emergency services had been having the same dreams, night after night. These, he believed, had recurred too often to have been a fluke. In this dream, the city was clean. The normal polluting buzz of the everyday had gone. The city had... Continue Reading →

Why I Still Blog

I started blogging as a way to tell the story of my journey back from burnout. My first few days were astronomical with hundreds of views and likes. Then, as the tale became more than an instant hit of somebody else's mental misfortune, views fell away quicker than flies on a drying turd. For a... Continue Reading →

Epilogue 1

In her dreams, Elizabeth was on the ward that had consumed her life. It had not burnt to the ground as she knew it had many years ago, but was intact and filled with the confused slumber of its patients. The book she had been reading was open at the page where she had fallen... Continue Reading →

The Piper 65 Passover

Laura and her son sat in the car still catching their breath. They had managed to put some distance between themselves and the schoolbefore it blew. The force of the explosion had taken them off their feet. “No injuries, Michael?” He looked at himself briefly and shook his head. “You?” “No, Michael, I’m fine. Where... Continue Reading →

The Piper 64

There was silence between them as they pulled on the cords. They were pulling their own weight and that was a task. They were working in darkness with a shaft of vague light indicating their destination. They toiled knowing that every moment counted. Muscles ached and burned until, at last, they reached the hatch. Michael... Continue Reading →

Beneath The Lines…

The Subtext… I wanted to be a writer. I wanted the freedom of thought that would allow me to create my own kingdoms and to find my own treasures. I wanted something that others probably believe is unobtainable. I wanted to be a writer. So, I set about the task of teaching myself how to... Continue Reading →

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