Tag: Fiction Writing

It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or...

I was asked a few questions recently by a new friend that really had me thinking. Scrambling for answers actually, and aware of the...

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...

He aged within the silences of our stilted conversation. His eyes were those of a man who’d seen his kingdoms fall and the survival...

I don’t look in the mirror anymore because it always startles me when I don’t recall the face. This year I had the most solitary...

The trumpets that break the dawn A fanfare to the dying and unborn Passion replaced by duty Love replaced by fear And the ticking of the clock Says “Young...