Death tamed love.

  Windows, eyes to the soul of the house; this manor, abode, home, reflected the lights of the late model Citroen rambling up the gravel drive. One then two people alight from the magnificent juggernaut into a night brimming with moonlight. God’s breath teased the tree’s, bestowing upon the pair the heady scent of jasmine…

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Strike Hardest

  Cold sweat and steady rain dripped from every part of her being; terror gnawed at her gut, and her nausea was overpowering. Lithe legged she ran, not ‘to’, but rather it was the ‘from’ that had her sprinting in sans bra and undies in a pair of old jeans, an older tee shirt and…

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A reason to burn

  My name is irrelevant.   I am 45 years ancient.   War broke me fifteen years ago, and now I am incapable of working.   ♠   The aboriginals at the end of my street are fighting again. At least twenty, on reflection there are more likely twenty five, men and women yelling and…

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Skeleton tree, the original Mercy Seat.

  It still amazes me that the sheer horror of Jesus and the resurrection is seemingly overlooked. Yes, it is celebrated, but the absolute blood laden carnage of the event still blows me away, is seemingly forgotten. Essentially, Jesus was a Jewish religious and political dissident, betrayed by a suicidal friend, cast out by his…

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Mercy on me

  Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine; the portal to this my very soul; a hellish black beast stirs.   It is the beast of time. More accurately, the beast of time squandered. A beast for the soul left to rot in the remnants of self. My…

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Music is the sound of the emotion that is her.

  Walls the colour of melted vanilla ice cream stretch three and a half metres upward around me; four sides four metres by five metres apart and long. The 1950’s ceiling is the white of a young brides wedding dress, cobwebs are a smattering in the North West corner; thankfully well passed their used by date. Once loved,…

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Music, when soft voices die.

I did not write this, and yet, I wish I did. Music, when soft voices die,  Vibrates in the memory—  Odours, when sweet violets sicken,  Live within the sense they quicken.  Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,  Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;  And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,  Love itself shall…

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The timely demise of a maudlin hag

Children and animals know, and they do know.  Life and people are seen with extreme objectivity, and then they tell it like it is. The façade worn by angel or demon alike, counts for nought beneath their gaze.  Both child and beast will keep a distance and a wary eye about them when such things…

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Mr. Fox & Lady Mary – Misplaced Woeing.

  Mr Fox LADY MARY was young, and Lady Mary was fair. She had two brothers, and more lovers than she could count. But of them all, the bravest and most gallant was a Mr Fox, whom she met when she was holidaying at her father’s country house. No one knew who Mr Fox was;…

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The end.

  Death sighed sadly to herself, she exited her battered old VW beetle. Secateurs in hand, she strolled through Maggie’s ward unseen by all. Mr. D’arcy trotted at her heel, a large doggy smile on his face.   Maggies ethereal form stood beside the corpse of Maggie Trout. Wild and terrified was her expression; her…

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An anathema; the Nuckelavee.

  She is running harder than she has ever run in her 30 years. Sprinting, tripping, her way through the stormy Glasgow night, winged feet having been granted by the Gods of the chase. Her bone deep fear keeping her only ever just ahead of them. Them, the fiends of the midnight hour, casting a…

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