The lady in blue alighted from the bus in a small village on a cold rainy island in the Northern half of earth. There was a little row of shops from which men, women, and children would flit in and out. She smiled at a little girl who was shopping with her mother that Sunday … More The Lady in Blue (Doctor Who fanfic)
I’m a few hours ahead so I won’t know until Wednesday. It goes one way and that’s fine, the same economic exploitation and foreign aid laced with rohypnol. It goes the other way… Well, we had a good run and here at the end of all things, I’m glad to be an ocean away.
There is a word for people like you. Those who cannot sit and stew, those who mumble in quiet spaces. The arrogance that wafts around you, the stench of desperation. It escapes me now. What the knock-off-suit-wearing-gold-tooth-having-thinly-veiled-misoginy-spewing-creatures are called. The type to replace you drink with something sweet and flowery. I’ve seen pets bigger than … More Like you
I will tell you about the end which was really your beginning. In the end, we spoke all the time about starting again. Hindsight is easy, easier still is it to blame your failings on others. There was plenty of that too in the end. We rose like disturbed bees in fury and indignation. Feeling … More Describing an elephant
Forgiveness, redemption, the strike though, and shall we begin again. If I never ask, and only give. This confession. And take nothing. I am sorry. Refuse to petition, and never seek penance. Because I begrudge you your release. I would rather these sins shackle me, as long as yours cage you as well.
If these aged walls could talk, well… they would speak Latin. I’m leaning out of an open window staring down at the canals and watching the lights come on as night sets in. By my hand is a potted plant, diligently watered but on it’s last legs. It is old like everything else in the … More Venezia
Can you write a love story if you have never been in love? You don’t want to be waxing lyrical about flutters and aches without any certainty on the subject. My hunch is that falling in love hurts. I think that it is terrifying. I love things and some people, but I have never been … More Doubt; the anti-muse for the unpublished writer.