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The Ferryman
The dream’s always been the same. A beautiful late summers day on the South Downs. The sun shining warmly onto the sprung tussock turf. The sound of insects buzzing and chirping through the haze of …
Skin Tag
Tea in the nude and drunk alone tastes better.
Gods Song
With teeth both sharpened and dull, I sliced that eye, slipped in, blood and slick.
The Orange Pills
The drizzle that had blurred the windows of the bus, turning everyone outside into a series of pixelated portraits, had all but stopped as I stepped off. I stood for a while and watched as the large r…
Zheriyax
From his mouth flew spittle with the scream and the spittle flew around the heaven and formed the stars.
Harry and the bird.
I like the walk back from the supermarket as long as I have only one bag to carry. Not because I’m lazy but only one bag means I can open, hold and eat a bag of crisps as I walk. Today it was cracke…
