in Quotes
An Ancient Conundrum
Are there any sane women on Venus? Do any normal men live on Mars? ©Cre8ivation
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in Short stories
Not a Monday Like Every Other Wednesday
When Jim Montrose turned the key in the lock of his front door he knew instantly that something was wrong. His sixth sense screamed at him to turn around but he entered anyway. At that moment it was too late to abort and too early to know. Jim Christopher Montrose, the moonlighting accountant, dangled on a flimsy tightrope between the safety of escape and the...
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in Thoughts
A Fly on the Staffroom Wall
Flies. Lovely little things aren’t they? I love them almost as much as I adore seagulls. I’ve found that both of the little darlings hover round rubbish, although I can’t recollect ever seeing a seagull sitting on a steaming turd and enjoying the experience. Flies are lower than the lowest. They just love being around shit and puke and everything despicable that humans and animals...
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in Short stories
The Secret of the Purple Eye
The jogger rounded the edge of the forest and came to a sudden standstill on the lake shore. He paused for breath and chose his next album. As the squealing guitar intro burst into his inner ear he heard nothing outside of this musical rock bubble. He didn’t hear the waves as they kissed the rocks. Nor did he hear the morning bird...
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in Poems, Thoughts
Every “Every”
Every step we have taken Every breath we have breathed Every life we have touched Every joy we’ve received Every hope that’s been crushed Every plan we believed Every hurt we have caused Every time we’ve deceived Every word we have spoken Every thought we’ve conceived Every “every” now brings us To present from past And beckons at last To the future ahead. ©Cre8ivation
in Thoughts
The Birds! The Birds!
Well I’m sorry to say that I have been prompted to write this post following yet another visit to put rubbish in the bin. (see Plastic Pots, Potato Peelings and Pearls posted on the fifth of September) The Prime Minister has spoken recently about tackling the threat posed by that traditional symbol of the British seaside, the friendly neighbourhood seagull. His remarks follow murderous attacks...
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in Thoughts and Essays
Empty Page Euphoria
Yesterday I tweeted that I was sitting in a café with an empty notebook, a pen and a skinny latte seeking inspiration for a short story. A few moments later I experienced one of those eureka moments, a “light in the dark” epiphany, as I took to task the ailing brain that was refusing all reasonable requests to cooperate with my need for creativity. I...
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in Poems, Thoughts
Plastic Pots, Potato Peelings and Pearls
I headed downstairs today with a bin bag of rubbish. There are eight large,blue bins outside the apartment block for residents to use. As I opened the lid to throw the bag in I nearly jumped out of my less-than-pale skin at the sight that greeted me. There, looking dazed, confused and on the brink of terror was a dishevelled man in his late twenties. He had...
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