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There was a metallic clink as the letterbox snapped shut. The dog had failed to hear it this time, testament either to the mastiff's progressing deafness, or the postman's tentative stealth. Either way, there was now one notably unmauled le…
Immediately. .... To flick open the paper at the sports pages and update himself on the latest in the cricketing world. Mary-Jane had too grown up in a typically English nest. It comes little surprise then that she too had been exposed, a…
Skipped a snippet, but the saga continues: The wind gushed in as he opened the door, briefly exposing the cosy red-carpeted hallway to the unwelcome elements outside. Now, growing up in England has a determined affect on any young boy, reg…
So I'm sitting on a train waiting for it to pull out of the station when I thought.. You could be sitting across from me. I could have walked passed you or any of my followers and readers, stood behind one in a queue or even given them dire…
Jack Loathed him. This wasn't because he was himself an old man, and neither did he have a generally negative impression of people. But if someone had asked him, at any stage of his life, to list the characteristics of a man or woman who …
There was a metallic clink as the letterbox snapped shut. The dog had failed to hear it this time, testament either to the mastiff's progressing deafness, or the postman's tentative stealth. Either way, there was now one notably unmauled le…
It was a cold and dark December. From the rooftops I remember, there was snow. White snow. .I was just playing in the cold. I was off the beaten track. I was... Falling. And then. There was a splash, and I was back in real life, out of the …
You pretend to not pretend, but then You're just pretending, You try not to try too hard, but your backs' the thing that's bending, Don't close your eyes and wish for more, while opportunity scurries out the door, Don't gather dust high on…
It was a cold, icy day. The ground was frozen and breath formed a rising mist. But the sun was out, dew drops glistened and soft whisps of cloud drifted along lazily in the morning breeze against a baby-blue backdrop. Far off, songbirds too…
Warning - this is more of a public diary entry than a blog. So I haven't written for a while, at I'm at a loss to know where to begin to be honest. When I was really young I would love reading all the time, getting through books like a fi…
'Perspective is a luxury when your head is buzzing with a swarm of demons'
Karma is like keeping pennies in a piggy bank.