By Dr E.W. Gordon Have you ever walked through the roughest, most run down part of your town? Have you purposely sought out the darkest alleyways and the grubbiest back streets to see what you can find? I have and I’ll tell you why. They say violence breeds violence. I’m not sure of that…
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Evergreen
By: everylittlething When Robert was a little child he woke up each Christmas morning to find a stocking for him. It wasn’t at the end of his bed. His bedroom was cold as frost in December – whatever the weather outside. So Robert’s benefactor ensured that the stocking would be received in a climate…
Rain
By: everylittlething A walk in summer rain is something completely different from a walk in winter rain. Summer rain refreshes and excites – invigorates. Winter rain seeps through to the bones and makes every part of the body ache. It chills and shakes the bearer. Coats, hats, scarves. gloves, boots- all need to be…
Modern Knights
By: Dr E.W. Gordon The padding was thick As he pulled his arms through, the straps were reassuringly snug Rippling his fingers, he felt the armour as it hugged every sinew He had a great sense of occasion, everything matched as piece by piece he was suited With each click he was fastened in…
Star
By: everylittlething Lex felt the bitter air squeeze his throat as he watched the electric night far above him. The party was in full swing behind him and he turned his back on the light and attempted to shut out the noise. The smell of woodsmoke relaxed him. Someone had an open fire. How cosy that…
Cuckoo
By: everylittlething The small child stopped as she caught sight of a vehicle parked in front of her home. It wasn’t her father’s car. It wasn’t her aunt’s. In fact it was quite different from anything she had seen before – either with or without wheels. She knew that she should have been home earlier. She…
Peer Pressure
By: Hugin Marguerite looked down at the cake in front of her. It was about six centimetres tall with a diameter of around twenty centimetres, cloaked in thick, rich butter-cream with a thin drizzle of syrupy jam across some of the top. All of these things Marguerite loved, but here they were on a fruit and nut…
Violet
By: everylittlething Violetta Clarice Persephone Berringham-Jones was aware that she could never be in films. There was not a great deal to recommend her for such a career. Her mother had told her so. She looked into the mirror regularly to see if things might have changed. They didn’t change much. Violetta came from…
Wildflower
By: everylittlething The young man stood on the moss which covered the path to his new home. It felt supportive and warm. This whole experience felt warm and safe. After months of negotiating and double checking and signing and organising people, now he felt truly safe. Maybe the house was in dire need of…
Butterfly
By: everylittlething Jenny stared at the stunningly beautiful woman sitting opposite. She seemed to be in another world – of a different time. Verdum, verdum, verdum . . . the train was pulled rhythmically through the May morning. Steady cows and their wondering calves accepted this intrusion of their peace and stability. “They can’t…