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I’m an amatuer writer, and photographer oh and i like to join bits of wood together – sometimes it works sometimes it burns! I’m a full time carer and hoping to get my OU degree this year oh and if that isn’t enough i’m trying to finish a novel as well. Busy busy busy.

  • Joined: June 2010

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The Totally implausible, Intergalactic Adventures…

“We-e-e-l-l-l, I don’t think they serve burger and fries here Benny.” / “Do you realise what it is we’ve found?” / “Of course I do, and my …

siren song

All things considered that year was the crappiest year of my life. My father died suddenly in February. As hard as my father’s death was f…

there is only today

There is only today / This is what I tell myself each morning I wake / My eyes open to my prison once more / The curse leaves my lips / Th…

This is why I write

Everybody has a dream held onto from infancy. Childhood dreams; one by one they fade but one is always kept, nurtured in the dark secret pl…

The Dark Earth

The Dark Earth (Working title.) / Some say it started with the virus, but it didn’t, it started the year before mosaic wiped out ninety-nin…

A forest’s lament

Tiny creatures stand at my feet / Stopping to marvel at my majesty / Little firefly sparks of life / Brief instants measured against mine /…

Ballet slippers and childhood dreams

Ballet Slippers and Childhood dreams / Samantha did the exercises every day, almost a sacred act. Other parts of her life were routinely al…

Family Ties

She bit back her retort, throwing her hands in the air and whirling to face the window. He could see her jaw muscles working beneath her t…

Excepts from life

A CAMPING WE WILL GO… / Let’s amble back down the winding path of time to 1983. To a patch of ground on the Nicol Ballogie estate near Aboy…

By the human hand

By the Human Hand / Hungry, the oceans swell / Bloated by heat, gorged on pollution. / Gnawing the rocky land, / Swallowing once verdant ea…

Time heals all?

Time Heals All / This they say; / Time heals all. / Yet wounds there are / That Chronos’ salve cannot absolve / The immeasurable wonder of…

In the beginning…

T / He huge moors raven rode the thermals lazily; its great wings spread wide. Below, far below the sparse land simmered in the midsummer …
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