I like to keep you in a silver box
I write about two things most often: romance and memory. I can easily tell you why I write about romance all the time, but memory’s much trickier. I’m not sure why I return to it so often.If I’m...
View ArticleSo many paths to follow
I’d killed her. Or at least that was what the police report said. I wasn’t really in a position to argue. I mean, not that I didn’t want to or that I believed it to be true, but my memory of the night...
View ArticleSimon says: edit it out
My dreams have been interesting of late. They’re becoming vivid and people I know are in them more often. Though mostly it seems to be people I’ve never met. Internet friends and the like.Nothing...
View ArticleNo memory can be explained
The story really begins somewhat earlier. I slide in time to my earliest memory, one of waking. One of dawn.I awoke in a clean room. Not a hospital bed as this was not a hospital and what I lay upon...
View ArticleFrom the secret origin files
Explanations arrived though. Once they realised I was awake, the doctors all filed in. They made noises about how I was doing and how everything was a success. As each moment wore on and I formed new...
View ArticleWho Knows Sophie? (Part 3)
Sophie awoke the next morning in a slightly more organised state than she had been in the previous day. She’d managed to go through her whole evening routine, so she awoke feeling refreshed, in...
View ArticleWho Knows Sophie? (Part 4)
James was waiting on the swings. Him and Sophie had been friends since before they really knew there were differences between boys and girls. It would be an understatement to say that James had “a...
View ArticleWho Knows Sophie? (Part 7)
Sophie arrived at the church at about half past 2 and wasn’t sure what to do next. She was unsure if she was meant to go into the church or not, so she opted to just wander ’round the grounds for a...
View ArticleSplit difference (part 1)
Clouds swept across the sky like majestic wildebeest. Except they were fluffy and white and the sky was blue, so they swept more like drowned sheep in a particularly clear but deep lake that somehow...
View ArticleI Should Have Been Sleeping
She looked like the kind of girl I’d fallen in love with a thousand times over when I was 15. Back when I discovered the magical combination of search terms that filled my screen with women wearing...
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