By © Paul White 2017 Evenings come early in October, the skies begin to dim after lunch and keep getting darker until the nightfall's, which is around six o'clock. It is what living so far north, on the edge of the loch entails. It is a continuous way of life, a life stretching back a… Continue reading Isolation
By Karen J Mossman Jenna heard the song on the radio and the sweet rawness of the words transported her back two years when she met a stranger on a train. She was travelling to London to visit her aunt, Ivy and running late. She pulled open a carriage door just as the whistle blew.… Continue reading A Stranger on the Train
I wrote this as an exercise from an article I saw in a newspaper. This is what it said: A quiet street turned into a river of blood yesterday when a tanker sprang a leak. More than 2,500 gallons of offal cascaded into the road after a pipe burst as the tanker pumped the blood… Continue reading OUR STREET IS BLOODY OFFAL
This is a short poignant story that many of us can identify with. I've delighted it because it's worth reading and I think you will enjoy it. Companion
by Mary Hiland Comedians love to build their acts on their terrible childhoods, so I would have a hard time being a comedian, because mine was almost idyllic. Although I enjoyed the benefits of being an only child, I felt I had been cheated out of three very important ingredients for a perfect young girl’s… Continue reading Sister Cousin
An interesting and thoughtful story to share with you. It certainly had me thinking.
I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though I know he misses it dreadfully. There were too many ditches when he was younger…
Then I wonder who needs the ambulance. Will it get there in time? Do I know them? Will they be okay? What if I was me who had died and the ambulance was going for my body while my ghost, all unaware, still went to work…?
Now there’s a thought that comes right out of nowhere and is guaranteed to stop you in your tracks on the way to work…
How would I know? Living with the dog wouldn’t have helped, as I am convinced they can see far more than we can. Ani might…
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The pain leaches into the soil with his blood as he lies silently studying the pines. The long straight trees pierce the clouds with geometric precision. The cold calms him; he no longer feels a need to call for help. Studying the perfection of the moment, he dozes into a mindless peace. Without warning, he… Continue reading Jon Doe
It's not often while reading the WordPress feed that I come across such a magical story. I enjoyed it and think you will too. https://nicholasrossis.wordpress.com/2018/06/16/free-story-a-crystal-too-far/
by Toni KiefLike a forgotten man on death row, each day is spent waiting for the inevitable. No longer counting hours, days or months, my existence is trapped in a starless night. Strange women awaken me each morning for no other reason than to gather dirty laundry. They roll me, medicate me and pump all… Continue reading Dirty Laundry
by Paul White I, like many writers, often question where our love of penmanship and wordsmithing originated. Usually, there is no singular reason, but an amalgamation of many over time. Some influences, I am certain, came from experiences way before we gave any consideration to such. My own father was one who, unwittingly and unknowingly,… Continue reading The Wind & the Sun