In that small singular windowed room the harsh afternoon sun blazed in, making the air as thick as it was warm. The door had closed with a bang, like the sealing of a coffin. My palms sweated though it was not due to the heat, my heart hammered in my ears and my throat was incredibly dry. Fear was dancing round my body with renewed energy. There was a table and chairs but I knew sitting down would...

My whiskers twitched whilst I watched from the hole in the wall. Carefully hidden beside the pink-coloured set of drawers my small beady eyes twinkled in the wakening sunlight. Yet there was a change that dawn. I'd never beheld Death this closely before. I’d seen what was left in its wake but now I saw it not a metre away from my home. The long black cloak slithered across the floor, filling...

Walking is an abstract thing; a projection of purpose and desire -a multi-layered portrait of the human condition. It's the troubled man's soul mate. I'm walking right now -aimlessly albeit; but there is a modernist beauty in 'f*ck all'- away from the repercussions of my handiwork -with a wry smile on my face, a shriek shocking my bones and an ironic twist the spokesperson of my countenance. Welco...

You think when the jury says " We find the defendent guilty" you will feel better. You think you will feel releif that he is locked away. Later, when the judge sentences him the death penalty, you think you will feel happy. You think you will finally be able to sleep through the night or go five minutes without thinking about him and what he has done. But you can't and you don't. Instead, your sto...

5 years ago, I vowed to leave my gang after my sister was stabbed in a knife attack so I could start a new life. FAIL! 4 years ago, broke and run-of-the-mill, we entered thievery. Things were good so I married Penny my high-school sweetheart. 3 years ago, like deer in front of headlights, we were caught. We escaped and I vowed to stop. FAIL! 2 years ago, I became a dad. It frustrated me. I was fl...

The mirror told no lies. It never would. It never could. It told her she looked beautiful, her make-up done to perfection. Not too much, he didn't like it if she wore too much - and on a day such as this, what he liked was top priority. Gently red stained lips and a small line of black round her eye, it was all she needed as far as he was concerned. Why cover up perfection? He always asked that w...

I find myself in those far away nostalgic lanes of memory staring along the expanse of cooling beach as the autumn waves lap lazily over one another bringing the tide closer and closer inland, making the once lifeless sand sparkle with the reflection of the blushing sun as it falls, falls... And so falling it leaves me in this lonely world darkened. And so promenading along the breezy beachfront ...

I'm standing on the edge. The edge of the precipice. The urge to jump is overwhelming. The silence roars in my ears. Blood races through my veins. I lean forward, inhaling deeply as I prepare for the fall. The bubble of fear in the pit of my stomach rises and a scream of exhilaration builds. Reaching the climax I feel something inside me retreating. I fall. But not forwards, backwards. I c...

Eggs. Such a natural thing to eat and yet we fry them into submission, boil them alive, scramble them into obscurity or poach them to oblivion. People who can't cook eggs shouldn't even try, it's sacrilege as far as I'm concerned. Then again my mother always says I've the weirdest concepts, this from the woman who thinks she has to present every meal - even when baked beans on toast - as perfectly...

It was nearing midnight when he entered the local 24-hour supermarket. He was in the mood for ice cream so he shifted into autopilot mode. He arrived at the endless row of freezers containing every single flavor of ice cream imaginable. What kind of ice cream was he in the mood for? He was older–deep-set wrinkles, thinning gray hair, bad eyesight, and stiff joints–so he wasn’t w...