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A metaphorical ramble.

One of my earlier stories written a number of years ago, but probably the first pieces in the style I have found myself growing into.

How my memories drift away, Resigned to a forgotten antiquity; In the dark, in the dusk, in the never- I never remembered a thing. The cours..

I think it was twelve hours, more? That the heavens opened- Just a crack. And the earth smelled good again. Breathe, breathe and let The mois..

How could I be sad that it is over? Life… life and all our meddling. I learned to see humanity as some sort of plague. I don’t know i..

He was furtive and intransient. He thought he was there, and then he was not. He was never sure if he wanted to be. Sometimes he liked not to be s..

Things change… have you ever wondered how? They creep and slink around the edges of your life, while you focus your eyes in a direction y..

Felicity took the time to say what she really felt, as much as it was hurting her. As much as it was also hurting Mike. She said nothing, and thus..

The River It is just past midday and the sun is high up in the sky and warm. Much warmer than two hours ago when Gerard had been in a different..