roger_bannister

What do you do if you really love someone but they are indifferent back? I would do anything for my girlfriend. Literally anything she asked and I would do it, or at least try hard. Whenever she texts I drop whatever I'm doing and reply …

A Question For Someone With The Answer • Opuss № I

The room is dark, the house is quiet, and all the madness of the day is forgotten. All are asleep... All bar one, that is. They too are silent, but they are far from slumber. Surrounded by quilts and cushions, the duvet threatens to swallow…

Quiet Night In • Opuss № I

We’re standing on the high street watching the water rush down and force the lesser mortals off the streets. We have no coats, no jumpers... just our summer gear. Out in the open, unafraid of our enemy. We’re here in defiance, in refus…

Against The Rain • Opuss № I

I remember a time where you could go down the shop with a single pound coin and come away with two pints of milk, a loaf of bread and a dozen eggs, maybe even getting some chocolate as well. You just can't do that anymore! Not since CCTV, a…

Inflation • Opuss № I

A friend of mine recently went into business disguising land mines as prayer mats. When I asked how business was, he told me prophets were going through the roof.

Business • Opuss № I

The child beside him rolled over and mumbled something into the darkness. He braced himself for another day, and lifted his heavy legs out from underneath the blankets. Carefully taking taking the stove out of his bag, he held his lighter t…

Life After • Opuss № I

The shrieks of delight punctuate the chaos of the room. Primary colours, primary thoughts and primary school. Simple. The witches claw at the children, desperate to take control of the rainbow-coloured rabble, who crawl around with all the …

Nursery • Opuss № I

Beauty is simple. That's why no one understands it.

Beauty • Opuss № I

We bake as we dance across the world, leaving great plumes of dust in our wake. Our tyres find no ruts, no holes, no stones to slow us down, and the smell of hot oil is overpowering in the stale air. Flying through these places as we do, we…

Dust • Opuss № I

There is a battle ground. Well worn by years of fighting. The war is a civil one. Same entity, different ideas. Normally it is easy to control, But the world of love brings it out Into the harsh light of day. One side says go! Whilst the …

The Split Mind And The World Of Love • Opuss № I