Matthew Dalton

An unforgiving sun bakes a barren landscape and highlights every line, every contour, of the face of a man with no name.

Emma wanted to be a cool breeze on a hot day. She wanted to be happy and free…

Nicolaus Copernicus would never look at the stars unless he was holding his notebook, pencil and some instrument that looked more magical than mathematical.

It was a crisp morning in the middle of winter; the moon was hiding in the daytime sky and Billy was watching the café from across the road.

Simon Parker had just one thing to say to Andrew, “I dare you to climb the flagpole at lunchtime.”

“Just because you’re a perfectionist doesn’t mean you do things perfectly,” she retorts.

A sweet evening breeze tousles curtains and stirs a candles flame.

“Get the defibrillator ready,” someone whispered.

Rufus wakes me up by pushing his dog food bowl across the tiled floor. The sound is meant to create a pavlovian response; I can almost feel his smile as I prepare his breakfast.

Selling arms to the enemy isn’t strictly legal but war covers over a multitude of sins.

“The land where legends are born,” my father would say with a faraway look in his eye.

Mr Stanthorpe had made an incredible discovery.

“Egad!” he shouted.

Simon wasn’t the most attentive kid in the classroom but boy; you should have seen him with that book!

The path leads him along hilltops before taking him down to the sea. It has been a tiring journey but the man has savoured every moment.

Secluded is this beach, and shingly not sandy. The ma…

Lean in closer for I must speak softly.

There is not much time; my friend there is not much time at all. Soon I must leave, but you need to know; you need to know what I know and turn back f…

Dear Madeline,

If I was half the person you are I would stay with you through this. But, even though it shames me to admit it, I’m just not that strong, and I’m leaving.

The sun rose over…

Love should be enough, it should be enough, but I ached for the meditation of ink on velum, ink on skin. I longed for it.

On the 10th of August, 1932, the residents of Brickbend awoke to find steam rising from a kilometre long fissure in the earths crust. It hadn’t been there the night before.

I’m falling in love with you.

Sky threw fiery tridents and Earth retaliated with mighty fists – sharp and stony

A twist in histories tale.