Every picture… #KSYCH day 7

His eyes, a clear steel-blue, dragged you in into the fear, loneliness and suffering of being. The geometry of his face was made of strong hard lines that told tales of loss and pain, so deep that you could lose yourself in them. But you couldn’t avoid coming back to those eyes and to the... Continue Reading →

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The Dark Side – day 3 of #KSYCH

Last night I planted a tree. They say that we should all plant a tree, write a book, cook a storm (well, I say this last one, in any case). Not sure about having a child, although if I look at it in a metaphorical sense, I guess we all grow things throughout our lives... Continue Reading →

On a train – day 1 of #KSYCH

Day one of Kickstart your creative heart with the lovely people at For Books Sake. Prompt was "write a scene that takes place on a train" - in 15 minutes. It takes me longer than that to just think what to write about. So, in 15 minutes today I got to this: Screeeeeeech! A jolt... Continue Reading →

Day 14…

I've fallen a bit behind and today's story tries to bring together Whale, Clock and Guarded. Maggie run up the hill as fast as she could. Breath heaving, lungs burning, legs aching, she kept pushing and pushing. It was the highest hill in the village, the perfect location for their strongest protective spell to be... Continue Reading →

Precious

Nevil has been sensing that something is just not right. The days seem emptier, almost insubstantial. His existence feels lighter? Almost as if he is becoming ethereal. He will go through the motions of the morning, only to find little clues that someone has already done them: opening the door to pick the milk bottles... Continue Reading →

Star

There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile “Man, can you lower that shit!? I can’t think straight with that guy screaming in my ears!” “Chill, Julia. What you doing, anyway?” “I’ve got an exam Friday, I told you.” “Oh, shit, you are... Continue Reading →

Poisonous

There was a poisonous atmosphere at the gathering. The VI Gathering of Herpetologists had started quite well, with John presenting the results of his latest research into the effects of atomised vipers venom delivered by way of a small spray. Unfortunate that his atomising machine had broken half way into the presentation and started releasing... Continue Reading →

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