Creative Writing: Friday Night on the Roundabout in Flegg Park

I rip card from a Rizla packet, My fingers cold and slow. I stuff the baccy into my jacket Before I continue to roll. You sit there in...

Creative Writing 319 – Time Travel

Happy New Year to all! As a quick side note, I would like to say a great big thank you to all who helped...

Creative Writing: Their plane is his to board

devil cat up and boarded a plane, took flight in the effluvium caught sometime in the cloud of our bird's eye mind he lit a cigarette; cloud...
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October 31st, 1992

The candle went out. Darkness brought down its iron shutter over my eyes, rendering me powerless, panicked and petrified. I stumbled out of bed, the thin...

x+y=z

there is something of an "x" about you a cracked circle ancient exoskeleton sharp against bluish glass womb of the world the world is we not you crystallized lips pricked cardinal sine are...

“Please can I have a bedtime story?”

You beg for a story, it’s long past your bedtime, But I suppose one little tale wouldn’t be a crime, I’ve only just come out...