Drama

The breeze flew through the street. A cold winter breeze at that. The snow flittered to the ground in a...

Dear Diary #308 Margot, Boho Artist.
Lee

Paint splatters the walls, the floor, skin, and...

Joseph takes a few steps forward, then a few steps back.
Neil J Anthony

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The...

I began watching the classic Doctor Who TV show in early 1984. I was only twelve years old at the time. The...

Stranded she had no choice but to reveal herself to the very thing that taunts her.
Reluctantly...

The Church on the Hill.
Lee.

The church is an old man of a building: it’s whitewashed walls...

Laid in exhaustion, shackled in chains, he could hear the hearth fire crackle in darkness—an imaginative...

Night Swimming.
Lee.

The moonlit dunes begged for company which the couple of beachcombers...

Dear Diary #301 The Tide is High.

Margot and I have culled the drift. We’d let the tide of...

My last letter to you:

I’m sorry to leave like this. But after all it wasn’t me who left. I held...

In reality, she had decided the unthinkable which others had not taken lightly.
Judgement had...

My former dog and I would be celebrating our 8th anniversary together today if she hadn't died. Because my...

I thank God for each and every meal that I eat. Before the year 2015, I never once thanked The Lord for a...

Maybe Niche.
Lee.

Monday-to-Friday, we ride the same bus. You get on the stop immediately...

Her shoes were costly you could tell because the animal skin they were made from was exotic. Her clothes...

I'm sorry sweetheart, pardon me, I didn't notice you were there. If you were watching were you were going,...

She was a daddy's girl, but climbing trees better than most boys her age, she wore a dress like a girly...