Category: Stories From A Young Heart


Look at you, look at me, look at us……

A frail old man sat on a bench, motionless……

My Dog

That’s my dog….

The year 2790

The earth was corrupted….

The night sky was the colour of tar…..

A young girl stood at the edge of a lake, transfixed….

Roman Times

When I open my eyes, an instant uneasiness fills me. I turn to the world known coliseum only to look away again to spare my eyes from the blood and gory. A shiver runs down my spine as the sound of shrieks and bellows from the gladiator fans reverberate through my mind. The smell of exquisite wines and breads waft down from houses with … Read More Roman Times


“Drop, drip, drop” they go as they trickle down your blotchy cheeks. Salty like the ocean, they dampen your face, filling you with an overwhelming sensation. Closing your eyes, you can feel every twist and turn of them as they slide down your face, seeping into your mouth, letting out their distinctive salty taste. Tears let out anger, sorrow or joy. Tears will always … Read More Tears


Warmth isn’t just physical thing, like if your sitting in front of a fire or heater, it is also a feeling, a feeling of happiness, content, and sometimes pride. You could glow with warmth if someone congratulated you on getting an award, or if they gave you a sincere complement; or you could feel warmth if you just ran laps around an oval, and … Read More Warmth

dark alley

He waited to meet his doom….


She is here.

The Hole In The Roof

He could barley buy a candy bar with this money, let alone fix the roof.

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