We now have a brand new year to stuff up! Hooray! To be honest, getting through these past two years has been like wading through mud.It feels like we are on a rinse and repeat cycle.For those of us in health care it is like being Sisyphus. Lots of pushing uphill, only to get flattened … Continue reading Well, it happened again…
This is a little snippet from my upcoming work. It's the Prologue. (Subject to change!) I hope it hooks you in..... Prologue The air disappeared from the room, ripping itself from Donna's lungs. She gutted and gasped. Her mouth yapping and yawing as she drowned in the brightly lit space. He had taken all the … Continue reading From my current work in progress
Sunday - January 10th, 2021. 10am Dobbs scratched his chins. All of them. He shook his head and peered more closely at Jim. His eyebrows knitted together, forming a horizontal question mark. "Are you sure about this, mate?" he said. "Bloody right, I am," said Jim. "Been thinking about it for a little while." "It's … Continue reading Jim builds a chariot
Effie tried again to close her left eye. She willed the lid to roll itself over her eyeball. She tried to provide some protection against the icy assault. The lid would not budge. She could not feel her face, let alone her eye. She had long since stopped producing any tears that may have warmed … Continue reading Effie’s Eye
There was a small, raised platform at the far end of the hall. Upon it sat an upright piano. The tiny stage had an unfortunate slope which leant towards the meagre footlights. A low guard-rail had been installed to prevent performers sliding into the audience.The hall itself smelt of toddlers and jumble sales. The scars … Continue reading Chairs to be stacked away, please.
At the end of Inferno, Dante and Virgil find Satan trapped up to his waist in the frozen pit of hell. I came across this picture and it sparked a little scene in my head. Ice skating demons turning up for work. "Mornin' Boss," said Steve. "Get you a coffee?"Satan yawned and wished he could … Continue reading Musings on Satan’s Frozen Bottom
Rachel Jones is a real human being, despite there being some scientific evidence to the contrary. Her love of words began in the cradle where poetry was lathered over her like baby shampoo. She grew up in a bookcase that had a bed built into it. Reading was not just an escape, it was nourishment … Continue reading Who on earth does she think she is?