The previous night’s wind blew the grey clouds away and for the first time in weeks there is a sun in the sky, even if it is still Baltic out. The harbour is a clutter of workmen and manic gulls. Blood from gutted fish stains the boards and it smells of salt and guts. “About… Read More Ghost Ship
He wakes up. Or does he? He isn’t quite sure. All he knows is that one moment he wasn’t and now he is. All alone. Sat in the epicentre of an endless desert that stretches as far his eyes can see. Dunes rise and fall like waves with no end in sight. He’s sat on… Read More Sands of Time
They rose through the sky, soaring like asteroids but with the grace of albatrosses. Two of them, black as sin and straight as arrows. They flapped their oil sheened feathers furiously, the howling wind providing little resistance. They passed over grand cities, their lights twinkling and their people unassuming. They flew over vast plains of… Read More The Mightiest Warrior
The light bulb flickers above his head. His feet are numb from the cold of the tiles. The wind howls through the slightly opened window. He knows he should shut it, but he can’t muster up the effort. So he leaves the wind to its song. He twists the hot water tap. It spits at… Read More Haunting
The rusty, old Beatle coughed and spluttered it’s way up the street. The red of the car nothing but a distant memory. The vehicle spat up gravel as it squealed to a halt. A man, dressed in a suit nearly as faded as the car’s paint and with nicks of fabric plucking out all over,… Read More A Lovely Little Story
On the face of things, my two West Highland Terriers are just your very ordinary, yet utterly loveable, pet dogs. But when I started thinking about it a bit more, as I was desperately trying to overcome the horrendous pain in my neck and force myself to sleep a few nights ago, I realised my… Read More My Two Dogs
It all began as a drunken conversation in a Tyldesley takeaway on a cold Summer’s night, as me and Joe stumbled around, eagerly awaiting our, quite ironically, pizzas. “Lets go to Rome” I suggest in some what of a haze. Less than a week later and everything was booked. Me, Joe and another lad named Doyle were… Read More Gwarned to Rome: Day One
Let me set the scene. It’s a bitterly cold Monday night, the rain is lashing down, a bombardment of thousands of minuscule, frosty daggers burning with an icey rage. The merciless downpour twinkles in the reflection of the flood lights, almost giving it a harmless façade, as we stood there shivering to our bones. The… Read More The Battle of St Mary’s Astro
The prince smashed down the door and pranced in like a peacock. He tossed aside his helmet to reveal messy blond hair. He triumphantly strolled towards the sleeping princess, proclaiming “Don’t worry fair maiden, for I, Sir Lordington, am here to wake you from your putrid slumber and save you from the dragon” He leaned in… Read More The Prince and the Princess
The sun dances on the water and my tears flirt with the ripples of the lake. I’m sat on damp wood, on the end of a pier that stretches far into the lake. The ground which surrounds the lake is ablaze with an inferno of reds and oranges, as the leaves dance around in the… Read More The Lake
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