This was a just a fun, quick piece to write. Nothing like I normally do. Timothy liked to watch television. That was fine, that was just Timothy. Timothy Brandlewood. The man I married. T… Read More
Great big thanks must go to James Snaith for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Click on the link provided to look at his blog. I’m still extremely new to blogging and the entire s… Read More
“It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way.”– Ernest Hemingway Read More
It’s a bit rough around the edges, but I wanted to keep the integrity of the story. The place felt too dark and dim to Henry Bouldaire. With over a dozen booths splurged amongst… Read More
A mother and son stop, intrigued by the sound. The child looks down at me, looks down at my viola, smiles. Contentment. The mother turns to walk away. The boy tugs. He looks her in the eyes… Read More
“Are you sitting there?” “No, I’m not, are you?” “I wasn’t going to, but I might… unless you wanted to?” “Oh no, I’m quite… Read More
Enter Janitor What’s truth to you once remains not the same So changing the game, the truth of the claim. Truth is might, truth is true light, Truth is the path always is right. Some s… Read More
The wretched streets slurred their words, repeatedly falling at loss of balance, where their knees gave way and their palms fell flat. For the streets were drunk. The streets were drunk, and… Read More
Joesephine would be on the cover of ‘starving artist’ every month if there were such a magazine. Perhaps the only disassociation one might find between her and the magazine would… Read More
I like to write, so write I will Read More
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