Tag: prose

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

In the middle of a field, stood a tree. It was full of life, yet dead. It was fruitful, yet bore no fruit. This may not make any sense to ones mind; how can something be alive and dead? And how can something have and not have fruit at the same time? Well, this is why. Half of the tree was glorious, speckled with … Read More


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.

Circus Clowns

What an odd thing they are, circus clowns.

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