Writing

Small Measure of Freedom

A Poem by Eda

The image of my late grandfather floating on top of the ocean for what seemed like an hour

IF HOURS WERE BULLETS

A Story by Elise Anton

How are YOU living this hour?

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD

A Story by Elise Anton

The trials and tribulations of a mother and son...

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 2

A Story by Elise Anton

Following on from our Herculean efforts in part 1, we are still knee deep in it. With an added twist too.

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 3

A Story by Elise Anton

It ends. No it doesn't. I finally give up.

Hours

A Poem by LonelyWanderer

I know every 10pm that sings the lullabies, And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one- And midnight struck for good disciplines,..

Zero

A Poem by Genesis Calvo

Loving you 18,542,900,987 Hugging you 18,542,800,987 Kissing you 17,642,800,957 Feeling you 15,939,168,435 Trying 11,938,574,482 Caring 5,9..

Reflections

A Poem by G.W. Saitreux

steal this poem

Necrosis

A Poem by Recherche

Necrosis is my latest work consisting currently of LVII poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour thro..

Thursday's Child

A Story by Jostein Kasse

Titch was a year older than myself. We were together in primary school at Jerry Clay Lane, Junior and Infants, in Wrenthorpe village.I remember that I..

Holy Thursday

A Story by Jostein Kasse

After six months in room number seven Marshway Hostel which was run by English Churches Housing Group I was provided with a flat to rent on their gro..

Blue Lines

A Story by Jostein Kasse

Juliet entered the hallway of Marshway House hostel. I could see her through the windows of the TV lounge where I was sitting with two girls from Fe..

The Within

A Poem by Recherche

we were from darkness, thrive in darkness and end in such

Neuro-Reality

A Chapter by Jostein Kasse

Before Bob appeared from nowhere as I walked out of the Riding's centre I was doing just fine, I was doing alright.It was 2003 and in the background..

If A Red Squirrel Could Speak

A Chapter by Jostein Kasse

David Bowie's ethos can be summarised in a child's game; "I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal".He sings, "I was living like a kin..