• story commented on the post, shutters 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    Tim cycled by the house, and saw that the blue shutters were firmly closed. It was like a code. The days that Emily was OK, they were open. Anything remotely wrong, they were shut tight. And it could be anything. The shutters served as a coded form of communication. Emily might smile brightly, but the shutters would tell him if his…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, iron 2 years, 11 months ago

    Grey metal flashing across fabric. Tired, crumpled clothing becoming new, pristine. Hours and hours spent, pressing the hot metal across sheets, trousers, shirts. The badge of the invisible. Grey metal, flashing across fabric. Dreams dancing in droplets of steam, uncaptured. Ironing, proving you’re part of a secret club; people nodding…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, coarse 5 years, 2 months ago

    The rough-hewn seat of my longing; a swirling mass of coarse fibres drowning in an ocean. I am drowning.

    “I miss you” I mouth in the darkness, but the night betrays nothing of what you are doing or where you are. Neither does it transport you by my side in my dreams. It simply stretches out into an endless night of infinite possibilities;…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, blurry 5 years, 2 months ago

    Fading between the lines, moments passing, time in a hurry, seconds dancing, life is blurry

    – – a strange, strange song that echoes inside your body, a song that has long-burrowed its way into your heart, an old friend that you have not seen for years with eyes that are as old as the stars themselves, burning with secrets.

  • story commented on the post, delighted 5 years, 2 months ago

    The calico cat licked his paw and rubbed his whiskers as he crouched, silhouetted against the sky as it steadily crept from twilight to dusk bringing with it a deep sense of mystery and spiritual nourishment that perhaps only the feline population could read and understand perfectly.

    He loved this time of night, the sheer magic of it that you…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, delighted 5 years, 2 months ago

    –Updated version! for ‘delighted’– :)

    The calico cat licked his paw and rubbed his whiskers as he crouched, silhouetted against the sky as it steadily crept from twilight to dusk bringing with it a deep sense of mystery and spiritual nourishment that perhaps only the feline population could read and understand perfectly.

    He loved this…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, delighted 5 years, 2 months ago

    The calico cat licked his paw and rubbed his whiskers as he crouched, intently watching the sky as it crept from twilight to dusk, becoming as it did so, loaded with a deep sense of mystery that perhaps only the feline population could read and understand perfectly.

    He loved this time of night, the sheer magic of it. Sometimes it was a…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, frazzled 5 years, 3 months ago

    Madame K’s culpability knew no bounds. She was guilty – plain and simple. She had been in the room with Madame H, had stirred the lethal mixture and poured it without remorse, into her whisky. smiling as she administered it. Just the thought of it now gave her the vapours; feeling frazzled she took to her bed, unsmiling as she stared up at the…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, vocal 5 years, 3 months ago

    “Exploring the nature of reality isn’t easy” – Detective John Constable was chewing on a sandwich, watching the rain exploring the windowpane in a contemplative downward trajectory, through eyes that had already seen the best and the worst of humanity. “I was just saying this yesterday to Captain Scarlet, when, well. You know.”
    Manley Hall did…[Read more]

  • story commented on the post, calling 7 years, 4 months ago

    I feel — hear — a calling of Spirit. Sometimes in whispers which wash over me in gentle waves. Sometimes in shrieks which tear into whatever it is I’m doing and urge me to run for solace amid green hills, […]

  • story commented on the post, drifting 7 years, 6 months ago

    Drifting, floating, whirling, spinning – snowflakes falling towards the ground where their unique shapes coalesce in one sparkling array of whiteness. Under the sea of uniformity lie millions of fragile temples; […]

  • story commented on the post, exquisite 7 years, 6 months ago

    exquisite like a mist’s light embrace of morning fields, or a stretching cat, soft paws waving lazily in the air. Or the stirring of dreams within your heart, pure and fragile and fierce and untainted with […]

  • story commented on the post, stacks 8 years ago

    I have stacks of things to do tomorrow… She smiled wanly, exasperated, having written yet another To-Do list. She’d forgotten something important, she just knew it. And it was the most important thing! Tears welled up, blurring her vision. *What was it….* The phone rang, she ignored it, continued to write laboriously, only to stop […]

  • story commented on the post, morality 8 years ago

    All morality within our framework of society, is subjective. It’s deemed OK to kill in the name of war, but not OK to kill outside of that. As long as we collective think the end justifies the means, we can’t say we have a moral high-ground. I think for an overarching framework of morality the […]

  • story commented on the post, edge 8 years ago

    The edge of a crevasse; yawning blackness. The edge of life, dancing with possibilities. The edge of a sharp blade; oblivion. The Edge from U2, awesomeness. The edge of existence; what lies beyond?

  • story commented on the post, dense 8 years ago

    Dense entanglement of a forest, tramping through bracken, ivy, and fallen branches, all seeming to conspire to keep you in the woods just a little bit longer as they wrap themselves around your feet with every step. Leaves range from deep green to a pale, autumnal, orange, and shiny rich mahogany conkers are scattered underfoot; […]

  • story commented on the post, preoccupied 8 years ago

    …preoccupied with reading fragments of disembodied text floating free in cyberspace… little snippets of humanity from people I will never meet jostling for attention within an airless and sterile world.

  • story commented on the post, convinced 8 years ago

    I’m convinved if I don’t keep writing I might fall into the white void laid out before me. The vastness of possibility is bathed in the glare of the screen. A multiplicity of voices clamours to be heard before ebbing away, my own voice drowns within them.

  • story commented on the post, couch 8 years ago

    soft leather embrace, coffee and cream, low level hum of cafe noise. one person’s doing a crossword, someone else arranging a holiday. i feel peaceful, watching the world go by. watching everyone else arrange their lives moment by moment. wondering if i will go back outside to start living mine.

  • story commented on the post, trophy 8 years, 2 months ago

    I don’t want to write about a trophy. Maybe because trophies are usually associated with sporting events, and I’m not sporty. Maybe because they encourage unfavourable comparison with a past long-gone, a misty-eyed longing for a younger, better, version of yourself.