I don't know why I did it, a moment of madness I suppose. You were just laying there, innocent, untouched and I just couldn't help myself. I had to have you! I never thought of the consequences, what would happen if I dared to touch you... No, I was out of control and now you are gone. I am so angry with myself for what I did, for my weakness and now I have to suffer the consequences of my actions. I am sorry, I truly am....

She sat in the dark and quiet room, lit periodically with the flash of lightning, followed soon after by the crash of thunder and stared at the door as the sound of footsteps approached, her heart all but stopping as the knob began to turn. She couldn't bear it and she trembled uncontrollably, afraid of who or even what might be trying to enter. The door creaked open and she screamed aloud, jumping back as the claw like h...

The water splashed over his head as he pushed himself desperately forwards, trying to stay afloat, keep his head up and not swallow too much. “Got to make it...” he thought, trying to see through reddened eyes, “Got to... to keep... going.” He pushed with as much effort as his tired legs could manage, “Mustn't... give... up...” He was tiring now, struggling, praying to find something, even just to hold on to... All of a s...

The wind howled mercilessly as it forced the cold rain under her hood and soaked her to her skin. Through the trees she saw a light and found the refuge she needed. “Come in, come in. You poor soul.” The old woman sat her beside the fire and brought her a bowl of steaming home made soup and a chunk of fresh crusty bread. Soon the heat radiated throughout her body. The old woman placed something on the table. She looked at...

“I have something for you, Emma,” he said, holding it out towards her. “I don't think so, Jack!” she replied curtly. “Oh, come on now, don't be like that, here, take it.” “No! I am not putting that thing in my mouth! Not now, not ever!” “Go on, Emma, give it a lick. It's only small...” “You are not putting that in my mouth! If you try, I shall scream!” “Oh but...” “Damn it, Jack, stop it! If I have one Creme Egg you know...

So, I was on me way 'ome from work, see. Me Plates were killin' me as I 'ad new Daisy's. Suddenly the old bulb popped up above me 'ead. I'll nip into the Rub! A pint of Red Barrel was just what I needed. Only one problem, the Trouble an' strife! Well, one became two an' two became three and by the time I got 'ome I was so Brahms I could 'ardly stand! Climbin' the Apples was out of the question so I lay me Crust on the set...

I tried my hand at Micro-Fiction. Can't be too hard, I thought, but it seems I was wrong. I wrote a short piece that I imagined would be thought provoking and fun, and I was right but what happened next left me flabbergasted, in fact, my Flabber has never been so Gasted! What flummoxed me was the way it was taken so seriously. I can honestly say, I was Gobsmacked! What a kerfuffle over so few words. However, such was the...

“The sky, Bob, it's glowing!” “Yep, it sure is, Martha.” “I told you Billy. Didn't I tell you? They had to know.” “I guess you did, Jimmy but what is it? Why is the sky all orange?” “I don't get it Martha. I just don't get it...” “Me neither, Bob. Maybe they are teaching us a lesson.” “But we surrendered, Martha. Charlottesville surrendered. They didn't need to burn the cotton factory...” “ The conflagration was magnificen...

“Pa, Pa, come on, you gotta see this!” “Billy? What in tarnation are you doin' out of your bed at this time of night?” “Pa, never mind, come on, it's awesome...” “Martha! Did you know the boy was outside?” “No, Bob, I surely didn't!” “Oh, come on, come on, you gotta see it!” “This better be good boy 'cos you is in a heap of trouble...” “Yes Pa, but look, see?” “Oh my Lord, would you look at that! You see that, Martha?” “I...

“Oh Wow! Look at that, Billy!” “Holy... What is it, Jimmy?” The two boys stared up into the night sky. “It's fantastic, we gotta tell someone!” “Tell who, Jimmy? If we tell our folks they will know we were here.” “We gotta tell someone, Billy. We can't just ignore it...” “But no-one will believe us, Jimmy, they'll say we made it up and we'll be grounded!” “I know but it's awesome...” “Jimmy, We are gonna be in deep, deep...

The sky, black as ink, silver dots, Impenetrable darkness it seems. But fading now to a deep velvet blue, and the stars fade away like my dreams. A thin pale line, growing brighter, The horizon with thin orange hue, The blue of the sky ever lighter, and the world starts to come into view. A brand new day is awakening, The shadows are long on the ground, The still leafless trees thick with rime and the frost covered fields...

Today, like many others, I am expected. Not just by one but by many. In towns and cities across the land, They wait for me and pay a pretty penny. They know what time to expect me, If I am late they get mad, check the time, They don't want to wait and when I arrive, They are pleased and surge forwards in lines. North of the border, across the Tyne, Out to the east and down to the south, Thousands of people are waiting and...

Inspired by the work of Anne Stokes, 'Solstice Gathering'Ariane stood atop the castle battlements and looked out across the heavily wooded landscape that stretched far into the distance as far as she could see. It was the twenty-first day of December in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-three. All along the castle walls, torches flared, casting an eerie flickering light but still she stood, watching, waitin...

High in the sky, the stars shine so bright. Which one did they follow on that wonderful night? The three wise men who, from the orient came, To find a child, though they knew not his name. Whether we believe in the saviour or not There is no doubt that the world changed a lot. And through wars and conflicts that are so reviled There can also be peace because of this child. In nineteen fourteen, in 'the war to end wars' On...

Munchen.Pasing. April 9th, 1939.     Maria Kaufmann awoke in the light-filled room. She looked at the clock on her bedside table.   Half past twelve. Five and a half hours since she climbed wearily into bed after getting home after a long night's work at the Ludwig-Maximilians University Hospital.   She had finished her shift at six and taken the bus and tram home. It was reasonably quiet at that time on a Sunday morning....