The Lost Key (Fiction)

5am, them pair walked over 15000 steps today, their heels burning like mushrooms dropped in acid. It was the last walkabout, but the most gruesome; because night shifts aren’t easy anyway, but walking another 2000 steps, really dropped their jaws into exhaustion. Shane carried the bucket of symbolic plastic chains – these chains were approvedContinue reading “The Lost Key (Fiction)”

Joe’s finger – The story (fiction)

Crouched over, hand on hip, with low levels of glucose, barely standing upright. Joe was at the final hurdle of a long, hard, gruesome shift; each day becoming more punishing. Now 54 – and not in a prime state – he watched his old “Work buddies” sling rusty old wheel rims, into a huge garbageContinue reading “Joe’s finger – The story (fiction)”

Book review – The Hero

Post No 7. 19/5/21 Book review – Lee Child – The Hero. Well… I suppose when I picked up this book I immediately thought, ‘yes, perfect, a book that will give me the exact low down and details required to make up the most page turning hero’. And coming from an established author, sure whatContinue reading “Book review – The Hero”

I can see it, it’s right there, look…

It’s standing there, right in the corner, very upright and long. 8 feet tall with a black wollen hood that drapes over wide plank like shoulders. Thick welted skin covers the large hands; wrapped around a wooden cane make from oak wood; a hook blade attached so sharp it could slice through bone. The shadowedContinue reading “I can see it, it’s right there, look…”

Odd, but nice. Interesting, but troublesome.

Often Interesting people have a way of attracting the most troublesome of clouds towards their life.  Clouds filled with rain droplets that can peirce the skin it falls on. They can manage creativity, and imagination; like when an artist knows exactly what shade of blue to use when touching up a seascape portrait, or whenContinue reading “Odd, but nice. Interesting, but troublesome.”

I’m an onion – I’m da nunion

“Ahhh here, leave it bleedin ouuu… I’m feelin like an nunion.” Wrapped up like an onion, in a black fur coat from penny’s. Something that most likely a poor Indonesian sowed together with their little young bare hands. Synthetic fabrics running through there breakfast, creating inflammation and sickness, in the mind and soul. While IContinue reading “I’m an onion – I’m da nunion”

Post No 4. 4/5/21 “Were left in the dark out there, like bleedin mushrooms.”

Every so often I hear what I call “Word gems,” these are a string of words, verbs, nouns, adjectives, all put together in a fashion that make up for a striking story. Mostly unknown to the speaker, which makes it even better! so when I hear them, I make a point of remembering and writing about them,Continue reading “Post No 4. 4/5/21 “Were left in the dark out there, like bleedin mushrooms.””