Christine Peters : Writing

Door Security

Door Security

A Story by Christine Peters


'Okay. You are coming into our club. I need to check you out! Are you wearing trainers �" no! Do you have any weapons É..
I Am Old

I Am Old

A Poem by Christine Peters


I am old and quite possibly infirm, But I was once so young and achieved maybe much more than you have. Those days are so far behind me; Whe..
Poetry

Poetry

A Story by Christine Peters


What does it matter in any symbolic form? Unless you can turn it into poetry - It does not matter at all. If I am in a First..
Being Me

Being Me

A Poem by Christine Peters


I can recall being in the military and serving in the hot Middle East. We were stood on parade with our starched uniforms soon degrading with o..
Time

Time

A Poem by Christine Peters


Time does not matter, The moment does.The past; good or bad, is all gone. Nothing that you can change or go back on. Leaving only memories o..
What is Death?

What is Death?

A Poem by Christine Peters


What is Death? Surely just us all moving on. We fear it! Yet think back in history, The days of the Romans invading our terri..
Holocaust

Holocaust

A Poem by Christine Peters


Imagine that they made you a top commander. Fantastic uniform, power over many, Fine home and all you could ask for. Then they asked you t..
The Morning Hangover

The Morning Hangover

A Poem by Christine Peters


'Put the gun down!' 'No., I don't have a gun!' 'Here's a gun., pick it up and then put it down!' 'No., if I pick the gun up.., ..
My Little Red Scooter

My Little Red Scooter

A Story by Christine Peters


Someone in my Sheltered Home said to me., 'I would never own a mobility scooter!' I politely asked 'Why?' She replied, 'Because ..
They'll Bury Dave

They'll Bury Dave

A Poem by Christine Peters


They will bury Dave in three days time. He died at least five months ago. Why has it taken so long you might say., Because Dave had nobody ..