Spy in Disguise
Time flies when everything is strange, and I am a stranger in a strange country. I have tried to dress down, gone is my tweed jacket, also gone is my kilt along with my Scottish name and accent. I am…
The Penthouse
It was quite a normal Sunday morning, well not a morning anymore, for it was ten minutes past two in the afternoon. Maureen lay between fresh white sheets, beside her was the latest man to visit her bed. He was…
Silver Dawn
The flyer would not stop. If it did the stresses upon it might tear it apart. Instead it would slow and she would have to run and jump aboard. That is after those who wanted to, had jumped off on…
Coffee with Memories
Her pockets full of shattered dreams she waited patiently. She wondered was what she was doing right. Boijim lay beside her as if asleep. But he was in a coma. He had been so since his battle with Titans underground…
The first to walk my way.
The first to walk my way? A family of mammoths, enjoying the sanctuary that the lee of my slopes offered. Many generations followed breaking the ground and forming a trail. Which would become a lifeline for thousands of years to…
Drifting Sound
The night had arrived bringing a gradual cooling. Slowly a mist was forming. The world was closing around me. The lights of humanity dimmed, then disappeared. Sounds faded as if being sucked into a void. Horizontal bands of varying greys…
Payback is only Fair
The loud crack of the baton did not surprise Ed Rickman. The first blow across his back winded him, the second blow behind his knees felled him. 'Eyes to the front'. Being a prisoner of war was hell. However the…
My Trade? A Gardener?
You might have thought that I am a gardener, but you would be wrong. In fact no one in the family has the necessary patience or skill to be a gardener. So why am I sitting here looking pleased as…
The Writers Den
The grave yard lay before me, holding deranged carcasses with a poisonous breath. Life extinct but waiting to be reborn. Burnished to a steely blue by bitter artic winds. Relics from the past. Each once breathing, living, not the decayed…
A Quill Glows in the Candle Light
As I burned the midnight candle I wondered about my subject for tomorrows sermon. Hell and damnation was always a popular subject with my congregation. For each one of them was living a life of purgatory. Their mental anguish was…