Biocilium When it comes to change of hair, we have all been humiliated of unbendingly peering in the mirror on a standard begin to see, on the off cha..
This is a small extract from a short story I wrote for my Sixth Form newspaper last year. As we prepare to leave summer and move into Autumn, I though..
As each day crosses off in our calenders, we fight to salvage the last scraps of sunshine before winter slowly creeps in, awaiting summer's demise and..
The perfume of the Floribunda roses takes me back in time to a transitory evocation of the long summers behind me. I halt by the flower bush and take ..