By: Hugin The first fall of snowflakes in Winter, The soft warmth of the Summer sun, The first fruit to be picked in Autumn, The cobweb perfectly spun. The skipping firstborn lamb of the Spring, The first carol at Christmastide, The first note of a bird’s sweet love song, Winter’s first Snowdrop espied. The…
Category: ShiverWriggle Creates
Kingfisher
By: everylittlething Polly watched as the little bird zipped through the trees in front of the car. The trees had been planted when her two children were tiny and it seemed special to her that this king of fishers was using them as camouflage to get from the pond to the river. How useful…
I Know Him Not
By: Hugin I had known him long ago. Too long ago to think of now – in truth it was a lifetime ago. I had laughed with him, drank with him, travelled with him… he had always been there. But paths split and fork to form different directions that must be followed and now……
The Day the Scarecrow Moved
By: Dr E.W. Gordon I was walking along, thinking of nothing in particular. It was an odd day but I couldn’t pinpoint why, things just seemed somehow out of balance. The sun was high yet the temperature was unseasonably chilly. I was flanked by a vicious pincer movement of arable boredom. Even the hedges…
Take A Walk
By: Dr E.W. Gordon It’s Saturday afternoon, which is unfortunate since this place is a favourite with dog walkers and I really want the place to myself. I get my biggest buzz from immersing myself in solitude. I love to be the only person on a desolate moor or be the thing that disturbs…
I Am Freedom
By: Dr E.W. Gordon There’s a place I go sometimes, I’ve been there in many guises. Some days I’m a runner flashing through, nothing but the rhythm of my breathing and the steady beat of my feet as they briefly touch down on the uneven surface. Other days I’m father and husband with my…
Short Fiction
By: Craig Forshaw Title by Keith Robinson Bleached-bones banging against the peeling cherry-red paintwork. Up above, a brilliant tomato grows in the jaundiced sky, getting larger all the time. PastPresentFuture are all one now. Everything becomes relative, and even gravity appears treacherous. The roaming, charcoal Sésquac snarl and dance at the American Firebird. Its…
Gay Dogging Saved My Life
By: Wishdokter The location was perfect. I’d been told just how beautiful this vista was, but I couldn’t take any enjoyment from it. I couldn’t see anything because it was night and pitch-black. I really didn’t have any inclination towards enjoyment at the best of times. Every minute feels like borrowed time. My life,…
Every Seventh Word*
By: Dr E.W. Gordon I once stood upon a hill all, around me nature watched on calmly. I wonder what it thinks of me? Really I’m plotting the next journey. I wish I was an eagle soaring high. I want to fly, I wish I could, I’d fly up to the clouds, do loops…
Dances with Fox
By: Dr E.W. Gordon It’s November and the earliest snowfall for twenty years lays heavily on the ground. I’m busying myself with humdrum. I hate humdrum, digging the car out knowing full well it will be stuck within ten minutes, and as for defrosting cars… I take a moment, lean on the shovel, and…