Rhymes, Short Stories and stuff in the pipeline 

A collection of nonsense, no theme, no order.

I have a collection of short stories which I have loosely placed under the title: A concoction of the twenty six

its a work in progress, here's a taster

Short Story : The apocryphal Arthur P Birdcage

A short story about the end of the world

 

  Like the legends and fables of times past as those that will exist in the far reaches of distant galaxies that follow, not all can be verified, most would be regarded as hearsay at best and some undoubtedly are mere fantasy, however, and it is a big however, there are kernels of truth in all stories and at the very least this tale should serve as a cautionary reminder to those who care to share the journey...  To continue reading click here.

Short Story : Seven in five four

 Dawn broke above a city that refused to stop, the caramel colours poured over the landscape and brushed the night away as the chill began to fade. Those inhabitants roaming the streets formed the soup of workers and revellers all were returning from their nocturnal activities, both groups weary, selfishly focused on final destinations with precious little want to marvel at it all as the planet turns and life is created, exists and dies. 

  The Musician woke from a fitful sleep, the Gods of the Seven had played all night and tormented the dreams of many, some would recall, others perhaps only in fractured recollections when future events would find ways to conjure those curious distant memories.....  To continue reading click here.


Nothing more than a rhyme that came to me Christmas Morning 2021. Mostly these things float around my head annoyingly until I write them down, this one just fell out.... No-one in my family thinks this is normal! Click on it for the PDF

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