My Son

The screech of burning tyres and the piercing rev of the engine, sends a shiver down my spine. He’s finally out of my hair. Must be withdrawal symptoms as I struggle to keep away from the blinds. It is easier this way. My nightly vigils are over, he must learn. It’s...

Chaos from Order

Let there be light. Yes, order from chaos. We all know this phrase and use it, sometimes meaninglessly. I know I have. Organising your book shelf, arranging the study, the list is inexhaustible. But chaos from order. Ever thought about that? Now that’s a...

The Great Comparison

 I have always hated it. I call it the great comparison. When you are compared against everyone on the planet except yourself.  When you are invited to betray your identity, assume another’s. The guilty, mostly those closest to you, and worse who genuinely care for...

The Beast (Chapter 1 Extract)

The mist was closing in fast and it was deadly cold. All members of the small group shivered violently, a mixture of cold and dread inspiring the shakes. The bewitching hour had already passed, and the Yakush had not made an appearance yet. Dylan was nodding off, Ash...

The Race to the Grave

The stint to the grave starts from conception, from that moment we are conceived in the womb our time on earth is ticking away. Who would say “Yes” to death at any point early on the time scale, perhaps no one. There is a preconceived notion when death may be ok, a...