Stories

Like father like son - in most ways but one. Alone on a bench on Christmas Eve, can a stranger help John to see the light?

A poem of complete and utter transcendence and spiritual nothingness. A poem inspired by the writing style of Antonin Artaud.

It was supposed to be Paul’s wedding night. Instead of enjoying his honeymoon he finds himself home alone with a storm brewing overhead. Neither he nor his girlfriend ever talked about what was wrong with their relationship. Now all by himself he wants to talk to someone. He pays a visit to a close friend who was to be his best man.

A lesbian romance.

A short and very personal conversation with my dog.

After graduating, Jonathan felt like a swan, glided casually atop the water. Then someone pulled the plug and he found himself spiralling down the holes. That's until he meets Thomas, a kindred spirit which may be able to help him. But will Jonathan accept?

Youth passes by alarmingly, and for most people, the simple days of childlike wonder are a flood of nostalgia. At a certain age, we all reflect back on our growing up experiences and wish for some of the good old times... this is some of mine, but many can relate as the desire to be young again, sometimes, is one and it's own.

Ian was recently made a vampire, but cannot bring himself to kill a human and drink from them.

Their love was forbidden in the kingdom in which they lived in. They did it anyway with no regrets.

Part of the February Newsletter "Forbidden Love" story prompt series.

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.