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Newspaper Spies: Part 9 – Dual Perspective
Clair: I opened my eyes. It was dark. My head throbbed and my shoulder ached. I was on my side laying on the floor. The cold
Hello England
It has been a crazy few days. Before I begin to share, I would like to thank all of you for sticking around and being
Newspaper Spies: Part 8 – Alone
“I’m going to head home.” “Are you sure?” I asked, secretly glad. Oliver had been grouchy since we’d gone to the police station. “Yes, I’m
How To Be a Rather Bad Poet
This is a poem inspired the ‘Witches Chant’ from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Thrice try to start the piece. Thrice and once, the words escape. Do
A Big Change is Coming…
Well I suppose it’s time I let you all in on what exiting event is going to be happening to me this month. I hinted
Newspaper Spies: Part 7 – Evidence
We had been sitting in the waiting room for quite some time. Oliver and I, for some reason, thought that when we went to the
The Aviator’s Wife | Reader’s Choice
A story inspired by the word “aviator” (chosen by my social media followers). She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand tall and
Garden
Love does not fade As sunlight ends its daytime patrol Of the garden Where accused men are freed And the orphan is given a home.
Newspaper Spies: Part 6 – Early Morning Plans
“To Mars? Are you sure?” “Yes! Yes, I’m sure.” “How do you know?” Oliver’s gaze moved to the floor beneath his feet. “Just do,” he
Goodbye August…Hello September
Hello everyone and happy September! Before I embrace what September has to bring, I’d like to give a big thank you to August. August has
The Centaur and the Child
The centaur stood still and silent. On guard, his muscles were taught, ready to spring into action. In one hand he held a bow. It
Waiting
I am waiting For the future For life to go on Why am I waiting Why am I sitting here For sunny days… …I guess
Why I’d Love to Live in a City
Cities have always fascinated me. The way that they seem to be breathing; filled with life. Cities have a heart beat, the pace at which
Newspaper Spies: Part 5-Rockets
I glanced back at where Oliver seemed to be looking. “The rockets? Yeah, Why? What’s going on?” I had no idea why Oliver needed to