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I stepped back for the sound of metal on metal, the rush of air and red paint. The 18:45 was two minutes behind schedule. I had savoured those tick..

Short poem about a journey in the night.

Red should be blood, green should be jealousy. But colours cannot spell out, how much I hate you. Take no more and take no less because..

A stiff upper lip softened by drizzle. A hardy frown melted with wellies. A ruddy complexion a welcome replacement. Clouds of fresh ..

its not finished yet!

“What can you tell me about this dream?” Dr Otswold enquired; carefully slicing the end of his cigar before taking it between his teeth a..

Damien I watched the sweat drip down the walls. Black walls slick with excitement and energy. I could taste the foul drop in the back of my thro..

I locked my foot into the small gap between the tree and its branch; I pushed myself higher and higher until I reached the leafy canopy. I glanced ..

Hannah sucked on her false teeth again. As she wondered why the woman in front of her in the queue was being so rude to the young lad serving; she ..