The Dotted Line
She spins the scarlet umbrella, so fast he almost can’t see the motion of her hands. In the dying sunlight
Category: Lucid Dreaming
Black and White Dreams
Most days her dreams are black and white. Their blood is black ink, their heartbeat the steady click and whir
Heaven – I’m in Heaven –
There’s something beautiful about Heaven; but something melancholic, too. The colours are brighter here. That’s the first thing I notice;
Hurry
She doesn’t see the walk light turn. She doesn’t see the world. She has slipped away from it now, taken
Have Your Cake
My mother was a woman who was fond of bromides. She peppered her speech with them: “you can just as
The Bridge
Strange how a thing so small could hold the hopes of so many. He stared at the small shape, the
Cleave
I’ve been doing a lot of work on scripts and screenplays and novels lately, so the creative juices are a
The Crypt Boy
His mother used to tell him graveyards were no place for a little boy. His mother told him many lies.
That Lonely Road
Loneliness can become a physical thing, a person that sits beside you on the bus when no one else will.
Pick a Pumpkin – Pick the Biggest One!
It’s a special day. You’ve dressed me up in my very best coat, a sweater, one long sleeved shirt, one