The Song Of Life

Transient notes - fleeting crotchets - ungraspable melodies, each with the power to transform should they be listened to in a progressive manner - if the person could only unblock his inner ear that is and be receptive to their deeper meaning. We are not talking about music in its true form, but how the construction of life is nothing but a composition of paths heralded by beautiful or discordant accompaniments. Choose the right path - even for a brief period of time - and harmonious revelry will be your lot, whereas by choosing the wrong path ... more ...
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Evil Personified

Can evil exist outside of man's thoughts and actions?  Does it inhabit the birds and the beasts, all that walk or crawl upon this earth in one manifestation or another, even that which is dead and seemingly unfeeling?  Is it a tangible thing, something with a mind of its own, a purpose of its own?  Does it inhabit you, me, everyone, everything?  Is it a necessary requirement to create a universal balance of forces, thereby a brooding presence over the universe itself?  Or, has man simply given substance to his own i ... more ...
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About This Site

I have always enjoyed reading, though, not so much writing.  My first foray into the writing world was The Fractured Man.  I suddenly had the idea for the story, more or less out of the blue.  I have suffered from a somewhat similar condition as depicted in the story, which has plagued me for most of my life.  I wrote the story quite effortlessly.  OK, it had to have a considerable number of rewrites, grammar checks, a ... more ...
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The Adventures of Fred The Cat Flea

'Wayaa - go for it, bro', screamed Fred. 'Boy, this ride sure can shift' he thought, as Jasper Cat pelted through the long grass, heading for the end of the garden as if the fires of hell were after him. Fred was a full grown, adult, male flea, though still in his teenage equivalent years - compared to us human beings, that is. Being very inquisitive in nature, and under the influence of such a restless spirit, Fred was attempting to see as much of the world as possible in the short time allotted to him. Jasper Cat was his lates ... more ...
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What Goes Around Comes Around

Paul slapped the pipe into his left hand with a satisfying thwump. The pipe was not an ordinary pipe, but purposely built by himself, being lead filled at one end. Swung hard enough it would smash wooden boxes with no trouble whatsoever. He couldn't wait to use it on his intended targets - the slime filled followers of the opposition party. Tonight was the night when they would unleash some instant justice. ... more ...
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The Lovesick Drunk

The idea for this story was from a dream I had where I met an old school friend who was only too happy to bugger off and be free of my company. There were overtones of female rivalry there in the background. It was inevitable the two would meet in this story - the two being the male aversion and love of a women. What better way to show the sweet bitterness of both in a tale of unrequited love. On top of that life can invariably trip you up - 'pride before a fall', in particular is a maxim I tend to use a lot so as not to be disappointed ... more ...
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The Haven

Where is the happiness in the world these days? Where is the contentment? Where are the morale influencing, heart-warming stories, where people are portrayed as they mostly are - considerate to the feelings of others? I must admit I very rarely come across such sentiments. They are certainly not in the tabloids I visit on a daily basis. Or is it that I'm focusing on all that is bad - all that is considered newsworthy, being sufficiently controversial in nature to make its presence felt, thereby the complete antithesis of anything remotely s ... more ...
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The Enlightened Keyboard Warrior!

Months of rabid discourse. Months of drunken intolerance. Months of fun though - no question about that. Sure it had been exhilarating at the time. Still was in a way and probably always would be, then why did he feel so deflated? 'He who shouts loudest only hears his own voice', could well apply in some cases, and in all probability applied to the prior months of torrential on-line ravings. Even so he didn't feel guilty for abusing people in such a manner. Why would he? You give as good as you get on such sites - or to give it bett ... more ...
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The Determined Runner

All it takes are a few items of clothing and a pair of trainers to open the door to all manner of wonderful, life-changing scenarios. On top of this, it is so easy to meet like-minded individuals who could become life long friends. Even apart from the health benefits, running can have an immense and positive affect in all manner of ways on a person's lifelong journey. ... more ...
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The Burden

The oppression was palpable - the heavy hand of justice resting permanently on his shoulder, never allowing rest of any sort, awake or in slumber the pressure was brought to bear. Another day another dollar - work beckoned as usual - this man never shirked his responsibilities - he had a good, sound heart; why then, was he tainted in such a manner? ... more ...
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Skeletons in the Closet

Haven't we all such monkeys on your backs in one form or another? There they are, skulking in the dark recesses of our minds, always looking for a way to rise to the surface, being eager to see the light of day, as if separate entities altogether, with minds and consciences all of their own. What to do with them is the thing? Thankfully, we do have some control over their freedom of expression, but scant, little control, unfortunately. ... more ...
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Imparted Wisdom

'I really don't want to do this', thought Duncan as he approached the ward door. Hospitals always made him feel uncomfortable, though there were a few attractions floating around, such as the tasty nurses - well, some of them anyway. Granddad had been ensconced in his hospital bed for a few weeks. The prognosis wasn't good, in fact, it was acknowledged the bed he occupied was going to be his death bed. By all accounts this was accepted not only by family and friends but by Granddad himself who seemed quite resigned to his fate. ... more ...
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I Am Not Lonely!

Bill was a proud man - a strong man, and had much to celebrate about his long life, except he had no-one to share his memories with. His health was fine. No problem carrying out his household duties and by all accounts this would be the case for many years to come, but for a while now a nagging, no, not so much nagging, a niggling headache bothered him, but he could tell it wasn't so much physical as cerebral in nature - as if an idea was attempting to break free from imposed restrictions. ... more ...
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Are You Insane?

Well, I know I am. I'm willing to own up to it, but are you? What gives you the right to judge others in such an aloof manner? Who are you? What are your credentials? Are you qualified to judge the mental capacity of others when your own is definitely in question - as is everyone's? Where are the guidelines - the requirements for sanity - the stated points of reference - do they exist and if so where? If they are so easily defined then shouldn't we all be handed a leaflet or two so we can keep an eye on our own judgements and mental ... more ...
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A Helping Hand From God!

She hadn't been feeling well for quite some time, as if drained of life. Whereas previously she welcomed the morning with a smiling face and limitless energy, these days it was all she could do to dress and make her way downstairs. 'Maybe I'm lacking vitamins or minerals or something', she thought, so she took them, it made no difference - her lethargy was gaining ground. ... more ...
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The Chameleon

How does a person evolve without a fixed personality? What does this mean? Are we born without a personality at all? Do we suddenly become a personality in our own right at a certain age? What if none of this is true - or only partially? Say we are born with personality traits which will govern how we will become, but only if acted upon in a certain way. Are we then all very different yet the same - all made of the same building blocks but they being arranged in all sorts of different ways? How each individual block bonds with another might wel ... more ...
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Jack's Coming of Age

The man's returning gaze didn't quite gel with his own impression of just how such a reciprocal view should look. Why? Something wasn't right here. Something was amiss. Quickly scanning his memories of any previous encounter there were focussed pinpoints of recollection where a similar stare was apparent. It was obvious this man held some grudge. Some episode in the past had coloured his thoughts and it was influencing his opinion as of today - as of since. Damn, the past dictates to the present in oh-so-many-ways. How to overcome s ... more ...
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Love?

What constitutes 'love'? Some people dish out the word willy-nilly, as if casting pearls amongst swine in the hope of ensnaring a few choice fools. Others use it sparingly, only too aware of its deeper meaning and significance, its potency and power. It is an ancient word, one which must have been shaped close to the creation of speech itself. A word not to be taken lightly, in my opinion. ... more ...
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The Dream Village

The village had remained empty for years, suddenly though, various aspects had shown some activity. The whole place had lit up like a Xmas tree at one stage, with the shops teeming with life, teeming with happiness, teeming with smiling faces, with her own beaming features among them. The raising of the grey veil had elicited an emotional response which was incredibly uplifting even in her unconscious state, smoothing out a few worry lines along the way. Why the place had remained a ghost town for so long, devoid of anything remotely alive, was ... more ...
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The Futurist

'One thing leads to another', is a well versed idiom. With regard to physics there is even a law which states this: 'To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction'. Can this reasoning be applied to human situations or human interaction or human development, per se? Is there, then, a pattern, itself as clearly defined as any natural law, if, that is, someone was capable of deciphering such intricacies as clearly as they might catch a falling object, to simply reach out with little effort - the object itself under a la ... more ...
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Annoyed Jack

How does a person with a reasonable amount of intelligence make their way through life? Surely it is mostly in a selfish manner – their own needs considered before others? Isn’t this survival of the fittest at work here – survival per se – survival of the self? Are we then singular entities above all else? Friendships – relationships - only useful as a means to satisfy various self-conscious needs? They being ‘needs’ of sorts therefore of a self-serving nature? Do we then exist in a bubble of our own ma ... more ...
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The Fractured Man

A story about an illness. The illness could be any related to anxiety, where a person puts on a brave face to the world but is suffering from inner turmoil. At the extreme end of the spectrum it can result in madness of sorts, but just before this point is reached a person can still exist in society if they are fortunate in certain ways - being financially secure one of them. ... more ...
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Princess Edie And Gentleman Jasper Cats

How can a creature weighing so little in comparison to myself command so much respect? Are cats reincarnations? Is Edie of royal decent - a manifestation of some past princess sent back to earth in furry ball form? Sure as hell would account for the way she behaves if it was true. Look, she is eyeballing me right now as if she knows what is on my mind. I mean who is considering who here? I feel as if I'm in the presence of an entity of superior intellect. Something about her seemingly all-knowing stare unnerves me. Still want to cuddle her ... more ...
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Come Swim In My Sea Of Words

What is it I want from you? Well, I want you to feel something - maybe something that could be of benefit to you, but it could also be I just want to shock or goad you in some way. Why the hell should you spend time and effort reading my 'stuff' if after all you feel is - well, nothing much of anything; the realisation you have wasted both in a fruitless undertaking? So, before I ask you to don your metaphorical reading trunks to swim in the sea of words of my own making I have to shape the currents and tides, so you arrive at the inten ... more ...
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