The Daily Mail wrote a short article about a young woman of twenty eight (how old do you have to be in order to not be a young woman now? Over thirty?) who died during a train journey. It is believed that during the train journey she leaned her head out of the carriage and … Continue reading Unemployed woman receives another head injury.
I live so no one else can die. I am so I am who I am. I am beyond death because there is no I. I lay beyond death so I cannot die. I am death as I killed death by death. I am life for death cannot conquer I. Trampling down death by death, … Continue reading #190 – Who I am
Chapter one - Tyranny: The prince walked back and forth, pacing up and down his dinning hall. He had been doing this for some time. His well-made leather boots making a violent clinking and clicking noise as the metal grips on them makes contact with the floor. The prince is dressed in his light battle … Continue reading Castile.
Dear reader, This is just a quick update about my WordPress. As many have probably noticed my writing and thus posting has been rather sporadic lately. Since Mid-June this year I have been working and trying to secure as many hours and days as possible in order to help my family and our future plans … Continue reading A quick update.
Sjor - A young boy roughly six years old. Linda - A young girl in her early teens. Mother - Sjor and Linda's widowed mother. Act I. (Both of the children are outside walking through a market, crowded with people, they are holding each other's hands in order to stay together. After walking a short … Continue reading Poor man’s riches
Part I - The Dog: (A man is sat in the park looking rather glum with his hands in his pockets, he is looking at the floor to begin with, then as a passerby passes with their dog he begins to talk.) "I remember when I got her, my dog I mean, my auntie is … Continue reading Dogs
It's over, it's done. As if it had never even begun. That's what they always say, Before they go back to their old ways. Wandering in fear, Wondering over the cheers, Over all the fallen tears And all the nears and fars Of the man I am, The man I was And am becoming. O … Continue reading #189 – Confession