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Justin sat in the black leather chair and slowly turned one way and the other in a strangely graceful motion. The repetitive movement calmed him, but every pass of the ...

“I don’t know what to do, Sal.  I’m at my wit’s end.” I was sitting in the pub with my best mate, having a quick drink after work and pouring out ...

I know it is early because the paraffin stove has flickered to a blue flame, and although our hut is still dark, I can see my hand if I put ...

There was a man lovingly tending his garden one day when a passerby stopped and admired his craft. The stranger, an Englishman, stopped and glanced, then finding a need to ...

I wrote my first book when I was in my late fifties, it was never published. My second came at the age of sixty-two. It is being made into a ...

Michael O’Reilley was going to apologise to his family. Apologise for all the wasted years he had inflicted upon each of them, and somehow beg their forgiveness for the emotional ...

Un-silence ascended into the coded and indecipherable damp morning air. Shuttered cafes disbarred their nightly solitudes and clattered awake. Passers-by hemmed en route for breakfast, to work in offices, bistros, ...

1. Calling out the words vibrate dust and clatter down towards where you are – You shout out and your light-step cuts through the anxiety of waiting. What is it? I need the loo Looking ...

New Moo By Nan Lundeen               Dangerous doldrums can take hold this time of year when nights stretch as long as Rumplestiltskin's nose and the warmest spot in the house is buried ...

What I want to say is how much you hurt me, How much you betrayed me when you left. What I want to say is how much I miss you, Even though you ...

“Every time I look at you, you’ve got your head stuck in that damn book.”   He lifted that head, and a very handsome one it was too. He grinned. The impossible ...

The day I said ‘yes’ feels like a dream to me now. I can’t remember the feeling of happiness or my chest quivering, I just remember that it did and ...

She looked nothing like her picture. Not that I was expecting her to turn up in black and white, but it must have been at least 10 years out of ...

No need to Worry or wonder What’s wrong When I’m walking And hearing The silence That falls Between Footsteps that Stop   Now I’m home.   ...

Where the daylight never reaches and the Present never touches, linger long in Shadows of the past, await the Future night to come,   And so, they come, these sons of misbegotten Light, these false pathfinders ...

A meteoric rise, they said And hailed their Hero hoisted high upon Their shoulders, make him greater than themselves An easy thing for them to do.   They never knew the truth? That meteors fall? And ...

Like cinnamon, hot and exotic. So sweet, like earth, warm, deep and dark - I could make you my home like a meerkat in the Kalahari desert burrows underground; The scent of skin on skin, And ...

She stands naked in the changing room, Fluorescent lights cast shadows on lines, rolls, wrinkles, Blemished flesh and ugly feet; An ill-fitting bra, swollen rolls where her waist should be.   She stands naked in the changing ...

In nursery school, Sally and I would play horses and generally be left alone. In primary school they’d call me ‘Eeyore’ but that was okay. I’m pretty sure the other ...

The metro zipped through the tunnel, hardly taking the two minutes Dan had allowed to travel between each stop. He practised his French listening skills as the train’s movement joggled ...

Hi Jim, a pint of bitter? Aye please. Christ it’s busy What’s going on?   It’s for Tracey –there. Who’s Tracey? One-three five Please –Tracey Jamieson –her there – it’s cancer Oh.   For Treatment? No – ...

Footsteps echo, footsteps echo, footsteps echo, footsteps stop, Turn and listen, holding, breathing, all alone, or maybe not? Heartbeat punctuating silence, tongue licks dry, potential violence, Darkness, quiet, windless, still, moonbright rolls across ...

Have you heard a voice that says, Listen up! This is your gut speaking! Maybe not. Unfortunately, the gut, also known as intuition, usually murmurs in a little voice like ...

I think of timing all the time. How minutes turn into hours, and hours turn into endless days, seasons rolling into one another and years passing in a blur. I ...