I am an ardent fan of my favourite pastime, which is shouting at the wireless. I have mostly my own teeth and can still get myself to the bathroom without too many accidents. I prefer my wine both copious and red.
I am an ardent fan of my favourite pastime, which is shouting at the wireless. I have mostly my own teeth and can still get myself to the bathroom without too many accidents. I prefer my wine both copious and red.
In the middle of a hot desert, where the sun ruled the sky like a tyrant, there was a world of constant heat and shifting sands. A simple dung beetle named Khepri lived here, where life seemed to be non-existant. He lived in a world of endurance, change, and strength.
The hot sands went on forever in every direction, and the shimmering heat lay in waves over the blistering sand making the sky loo...
In the quiet town of Rickmansworth, the biggest commotion was usually the annual duck race down the canal, the highlight of the May canal festival. Dustin, an unassuming estate agent, a man who struggled to be even half as interesting as watching cars rust, found himself in a peculiar situation. He was busy preparing listings for two quaint cottages and a large bungalow in nearby Croxley Green whe...
In the silent spaces between us
trust once stood tall
not all gnarly like an oak,
but majestic like a beech.
Its roots anchored deep in the soil
of our shared understanding.
But over time, cracks formed,
no lightning strike,
just age and life lived
and etched scars
mark silvery bark.
We used to speak in the language of honesty
our words of mutual respect.
But now, silence hangs
a curtain betwee...
Rain lashed the cobblestones and it was bitterly cold. As usual. It always seemed to be cold and wet. Berlin, a city carved in half by suspicion, felt more suffocating than usual tonight. My name's Harry Sinclair, and my line of work is a little bit out of the usual run of your average greengrocer. Tonight's job was already making my palms sweat: join the Soviet Ambassador's gala, held at the star...
Everyone seemed to hold their breath, hushed in anticipation, as the atmosphere crackled with an electric tension. People’s hairs, on their necks and arms, stood on end. Distant dogs barked pointlessly and pigeons settled on branches, puffing out their feathers and hunching in their necks. Fat little pillows plumped in apple tree branches. A distant rumble, low and menacing, suddenly trembled thro...
Just Another Day.
The wind howls like a shrieking wælcyrge, a corpse-hag, across the bleak moors, blowing my cloak about me as I stand on the jagged hillside, staring down at the filthy settlement below. In the valley, the mist clings to the splintered trunks of the stunted oaks and hawthorns like a shroud, the dawn, a reluctant sliver of rose pink, pushes through the tangled branches and weak su...
In your arms, that’s my place,
Where I am yours and you are mine,
No blah, just peace in your embrace,
With you, life feels just fine.
With you I've found my grounding,
Amidst life's twists and bends,
In your arms our love abounding,
A place where my heart mends.
No fancy words, no grand display,
Just you and me, and that's all I need,
In your arms, I've found my way,
Home, where love's guarante...
The mist enveloped the field, hanging low in the mounds and hummocks and concealing the faces of the Anglo-Saxon warriors as they formed their shield wall. They knew that they were outnumbered. Heavily so. But they were trained through long years of combat and believed in the shield wall. It had always been an embodiment of unwavering resistance against the imminent danger. It would hold firm. The...
The diner assaulted my senses with the stagnant tang of stale coffee and the acrid char from burnt onions. An aroma that usually brought comfort felt like a punch to the gut today. The air hung heavy and thick with the disinfectant's antiseptic bite, clinging to me like a bad dream. I shoved the lukewarm coffee away, the mug clattering harshly against the silence that had replaced the usual sympho...
When Tom was thirty years old, he awoke to a piece of news that would alter the course of his life forever. A letter, delivered in the middle of the night, bore the seal of an unknown nation. This nation was, apparently, a place where riches were measured in terms of piles of money and rivers of blood.
Tom wasn't a man of magnificence. The old recliner in his tight apartment, its filling dissip...