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To the dead, well it don’t matter much ‘bout who’s wrong or right You asked me that question, I didn’t get it right You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains Is my love for you brother, life’s still … Continue reading →

The last time Edward had lowered himself into the water, it was staining with dark red clouds. Today, the pool was a pure, clean blue, the surface spotting with tiny droplets and air bubbles. The water seemed pregnant, bulging and … Continue reading →

The tiny, off-white login panel glowed like a new moon against a starless night sky, situated as it was dead centre of Jenny’s vast, blackened monitor. She typed in her credentials, hit return, and watched as the cursor span. A … Continue reading →

I don’t have much to offer in the way of surprises, but one thing I do have is my wonderful silver powder. This is no ordinary cosmetic: it’s a glimmering dust, consisting of tiny scales made from pigmented hairs which … Continue reading →

Fabiana stretched out in her hammock in the hot, humid June afternoon, and closing her eyes, clasped the lotto ticket firmly to her youthful bosom, then took it to her mouth and briefly kissed it. Sinking back into rough fabric, … Continue reading →

6:15am. Morning sun floods through the cracks in badly drawn curtains. Groaning, Ed drags himself out of bed, dresses, kisses a snoring Emma goodbye. Downstairs, coffee, chocolate digestives, then outside, bringing his battered council van spluttering to life, driving 3 … Continue reading →

Ten to eleven and I’m on my last half of lager and lime before hitting the road. Team was late (again) with the submission, so muggins here stayed late after work to complete. I’m knackered. And if I’m not careful, … Continue reading →