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The day I heard the news, The World didn’t end – at least not that day. Instead the sky grew a little darker, And I realised there was no longer any way That we’d accidentally bump into one another On some far-flung shore, and laugh about the old times. That morning I said, ‘see you later’ was to be our very last and Neither of … Continue reading The Day I Heard The News
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H old O n, P ain E nds H ave O nly P ositive E xpectations H appiness O utlives P eople’s E rrors H elp O ne P erson E njoy H ope O neday, P repare E veryday H old O n, P roblems E nd bobby stevenson 2018 Continue reading HOPE
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I’m waiting for the winds to blow, And someday soon, or later, They’ll take me on a voyage, To a land of somewhere greater. And if we do not get the chance To wish ourselves goodbye, I’ll look for you in kinder places, As I go sailing by. bobby stevenson 2018 Continue reading Waiting For The Winds To Blow
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“Today is going to be a great day,” said the little boy Whose mother unexpectedly opened her eyes Today is going to be a great day, smiled the old man As the pain in his hands stopped for a time Today is going to be a great day, laughed the young mum As she picked up the money from the street Today is going to … Continue reading Today Is Going To Be A Great Day
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I know you’re tired of that twisted road, Tired of climbing those hills, Tired of getting to the top of one, Only to have to drop down into another valley, So why not just kick off those dusty shoes, And sit with me a while, No need to talk, Come listen to the birds sing, Feel the sun on your face, Or the rain in … Continue reading Rest
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You hesitate to say hello – To that girl or boy, To the stranger needing help, You think twice about some invitation – Another day, another time perhaps. You aren’t ready, least not today What with this and that, you have to do. And so that chance you should have taken, Has flown, has gone, has disappeared. What are you saving your little self for? … Continue reading What Are You Saving Yourself For?
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I am so proud of you, In so many ways, Proud of every sinew in your strained body, Proud, that even with a fractured heart, You can still stand and smile, Still look the world Straight in the face. I am so proud of you, For although you ached for love yourself, You gave yours away to those who needed it, Proud that when … Continue reading I Am So Proud Of You
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To fill a human soul, Takes strength and smiles, To fill a human head, Takes wisdom and time, To fill a human life, Takes courage and hope, But to fill a human heart, Takes love, Takes love. To fill a lifetime lived, Takes all that we have, To fill a child with hope, Take kindness and patience, To fill a lover’s dreams, Take selfless devotion, … Continue reading To Fill A Human Heart
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You are my favourite thought, favourite smile, favourite life, You’re my first thing in the morning and my last thing at night, When I speak to other souls, it is you in my head, I long for you beside me, I dream of you in bed. You are my favourite thought, favourite day, favourite night, When I stumble through darkness, you carry the light … Continue reading My Favourite Thought
So you’re not as thin, nor as fat as you wanted to be, Or as tall, or as short, or with a little more hair, You’re not as clever or wise as they said that you were, Or have looks that have people chasing you there. And you’re not that great person with so many friends, Or as famous or rich as you dreamed life … Continue reading How Could You Be Anything Other Than Beautiful?
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Sandy the elephant and Zoot the dog were, without doubt, the best of pals in the whole wide world. They loved to sit by the river and watch time floating past their little seat. “Looks like another great day,” said Zoot. “It’s always a great day,” agreed Sandy. “Tell me something pal, what do you see when you look in the mirror?” Asked the elephant. … Continue reading Zoot and Sandy and The Universe
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When she was a child, she carried the ‘phone to let her mother know where she was. ‘Oh mum, I’m fine’ When she was young, she carried the ‘phone in case her friends would call. The long, hot summer days and nights of fun. When she was older, she carried the ‘phone in case he called and asked her for another evening of laughter and … Continue reading She Carries A ‘Phone
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When the flowers had all but disappeared from Clare’s garden, she had replaced them by painting roses and daffodils on a brick wall at the rear of her flower bed. There would be no beautiful smells welcoming a visitor as they walked up her path, but then there hadn’t been any visitors in such a long time – at least not since that peculiar day. … Continue reading Painted Love
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It was the strangest of times. The world was full, as were other worlds, of course, but the old one, the first one, our Mother Earth was drowning in people. And that is when they brought in the death-chip. All those born after a certain date were fitted with it. Those who were born dumb had no need of it – but for the rest, … Continue reading The Word Hooker
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When Buzz was about ten years old, he stole my Daddy’s car. One minute he was askin’ me where the keys were hangin’ and the next, he’s starting the engine up. If my name ain’t Jay then call me a liar ‘cause I swear that he just started her up and took off. He didn’t look back. I ran after him and just as he … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Drivin’
When they were about five years old, she stumbled as they danced to the Christmas music playing on the old Bakelite radio. He picked her up from the wooden school floor. She smiled. When he was thirteen, they danced together for the very first time as a couple. He had been learning to dance in secret to impress her at the party. She laughed as … Continue reading The Dancers
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He remembers one night – when Peter was about twelve summers old – that he and his best friend were sitting in the light of the dusk, puffing a found cigarette butt and talking about love. Peter’s pal was excited about the prospect of kissing a girl – a human girl – and although Peter went along with the conversation, he couldn’t stop himself feeling … Continue reading Peter Rabbit
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There are two people in this story – as well as Hector. Hector’s the elephant. The little girl is Amy, and her granddad is the other fellow. From the moment she could walk Amy took Hector everywhere – after all he was a real elephant and wasn’t he Amy’s best friend in the whole wide world? So why wouldn’t you? Amy loved Hector and Hector … Continue reading Amy and Hector
Sometime while I was out walking, the wind changed, No longer at my back with my face always towards the sun, It cuts a sheer cold front that takes my breath away, And steals the words out of my mouth, Names are harder to recall and thoughts are grainy, It blows the dust of time into my eyes, Causing them to stream and flow with … Continue reading While I Was Out Walking
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That summer, that sultry humid one, in ’46 was the hottest on record. She still remembers it. How could she ever forget? From her apartment window on the first floor she could view most of the comings and goings for a block. And she never got bored. Never. There was always the odd soldier returning home from the war overseas. Those kids in khaki would … Continue reading Enough Sunshine For Everyone
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Story written for a charity. Every one of us is made just that little bit different to the next person. It’s what makes us all special. Sometimes we are happy with our little special differences and sometimes it can make someone unhappy. And so it was with Tommy. Since the day he was born he had what the doctor called, a cleft lip. When he … Continue reading Be Different
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I guess the first thing I’ve got to say is – to do the things he did, you really have to believe that you are going to live for ever. Which isn’t exactly true: now is it? There was no two ways about it, least not at the start. At the beginning, he was expected by those around him to take the common road, and … Continue reading No Two Ways
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If you asked the Melt family in public where they came from, then they’d always answer with: ‘Why, Churchill Avenue of course, next to the school.’ But in private, the Melt family knew that they were from another place – 52,000 light years away to be exact. At least that is what Grandpa Melt had told them before he got arrested. The truth of the … Continue reading Grandpa is An Alien
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When I was a kid, my whole world was Hell’s Kitchen. Heck, it was my whole universe too – because that part of New York City was all I needed, and to be honest it was all I ever wanted. I was about ten years old when my brother, Archie took the photo. He had swapped one of his medal from the war for a … Continue reading That Perfect Moment
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“Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily – no hourly – and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim.” ― Thomas Mann He always left work at exactly … Continue reading Seventy Times Around The Sun
His house was the furthest from the river and it did Jeremiah good to know it was so. “I hate the water, hate the water, hate, hate, hate, the water,” was his little song that no one ever paid any attention to. It was also obvious was that when you brushed close to Jeremiah that he also did not like soap. But he had the … Continue reading Dirty River Mansions: Jeremiah’s Story
It was on a mild Spring Thursday morning when it happened. No church bells, or fireworks, or even a spontaneous applause marked the occasion; for on that Thursday, at 9.24am, the last book that had been read was closed for the very last time. It’s not as if anyone could have failed to see it coming. For years people had read their stories on little … Continue reading The Man From Montana
Once upon a time she had been called Chiquitta, and once upon a time there had been a family in the house. But they had gone now, and she had felt a little comforted knowing that she wasn’t the only one in her position. It wasn’t that she was unloved, if something like her had ever been loved, it was just that it had come … Continue reading The Girl In The Corner
You think you have time, To be annoyed, or to be angry, To not speak, or not call. You think you have time, To work up the courage to say hello, Or tell the one you want, that you love them. You think you have time, To consider this, or ponder that, Or shrug and say, next week I will, You think you have time, … Continue reading You Think You Have Time
She felt that she had never set the world on fire; unlike the politicians who had managed just that. No, what she had achieved, what Sara had achieved, was to light little fires in the eyes and souls of the people she would meet. The world had gone from blues and greens and whites and yellows, to the darkest black. Darker than the hearts of … Continue reading Sara: The Woman Who Told Stories
The Montana Express was a wind that found its temperature somewhere around the northern end of Canada and then didn’t stop until it hit the Gulf. Our home was in its path, and so every April it would bring an unseasonable coldness to our valley which affected almost everyone and everything. It was on one of those April days that the table was finally delivered. … Continue reading The Montana Express
He could do nothing but stare at the paper. Then he re-checked it and checked it again. He was trembling. I mean really shaking. The way you dreamed of something really good happening and then it does, and it never feels real. He had woken with the numbers in his head – not that he remembered going to sleep with a problem that needed solving. … Continue reading The Proof of God
Wednesday April 17th, 1912 Pier 60. NY,NY. Her name was simply, Julia Edinburgh – not doctor and not professor; she was a woman after all in 1912. She was probably the cleverest of all people working on the causes and treatment of cancers. Her husband was a doctor, but he had grown to admire and love his wife and her ability to see patterns and … Continue reading The Titanic in New York City – Julia’s Story
Thing was never going to sing at the Paris Opera but that wasn’t the point; he sang because he liked it. It made him happy. Thing’s father was always whistling a tune and he did it so often that most times he didn’t seem to notice. “What’s that tune?” Thing would ask. “Heck, if I know,” said his dad. Thing’s mother would also ‘tut’ at … Continue reading Thing and His Song
The things you see inside of me Are never really there, The things despised, or criticised, Belong to you, not me. You cannot see my heart or soul, Nor why I do the things I do, You look at me through soiled eyes, The one you hate, Is you. bobby stevenson 2018 Live Happy! Save Continue reading The One You Hate
The night that Sally was born, the comet, Hale-Bopp lit the skies above the hospital as she lay, crying. She was the most beautiful of children and her parents called her Halley after the light in the heavens. She had a wonderful early life and then one day she cut her finger which started to bleed. That wasn’t unusual for a child or for any … Continue reading The Polka Dot Comet Kid
Learn to climb trees, And live with skinned knees, Learn to jump gaps and laugh, Learn to handstand, Play a tune, join a band, Learn to tap dance in the bath. Learn to be foolish, And live without care, Learn to sing songs and cry, Learn your name in Swahili, And learn to climb trees, And never stop asking ‘why?’. bobby stevenson 2018 Save Continue reading Learn To Climb Trees
You go to sleep at night and who’s to say that everything will be just the same the next day? During the War, folks would go to sleep in their shelter and awaken to a street flattened by bombs – but that’s not what I’m talking about, here. I’m referring to a night where you really do fall down the rabbit hole. That’s what … Continue reading ALICE – 1. Weird Wednesday
You see the lovers, sitting, Holding hands outside the café, Perfect you would think to yourself, Just perfect, Yet for a fleeting moment there is a look in one of their eyes Which screams, that the end has arrived. The woman walks the long street, watching and smiling at The babies in their prams, and the mothers and fathers, Smile back wondering what the woman … Continue reading EASY
She hadn’t spoken to him, but then again, she didn’t need to. She knew what made him tick, what took his breath away, and, most importantly, what put fire in his eyes. Of course, she could only see what she saw and in her mind as she joined up the dots – it was a space where she turned him into everything she … Continue reading Strange Loves
When you fall, I will catch you, When you call, I will be there, When you stumble, I will lift you, When you’re drowning, give you air, When you hurt then I will hold you, When you break, I’ll make you whole, When you’re down, I’ll make you smile, When you’re lost I’ll be your goal, When you’re weak, I’ll make the world turn, When … Continue reading The Promise
This is just one of those quick stories I gotta tell you ‘fore Buzz finds out. Some of the sharper of you out there might remember the time that Buzz broke his leg in two places – the yard and the driveway – yeah, I know, it’s still not funny. But it did mean that my best bud in the whole world had to spend … Continue reading Me and Buzz and the Hospital
The only time that Thing would ever make it down to the town was on the day of his birthday. His mother had marked this special day on the calendar and so every year he would tick the days off until his birthday came around again. However, if truth was told, it was the same old calendar he used year in, year out and so … Continue reading Thing and His Birthday
The midday sun warmed his metal quicker than it warmed his skin parts. In this field, like every other field in the quadrant, everyone was equal. No one got more than any other cyborg, and, equally, no one would expect any less. It was the way it had been since memories began. That was the way with memories – you only remembered the last time … Continue reading The Day That Love Was Invented
So you’re asking me what’s the story of this photograph, and I’m saying to you, just rest your bones a while and I’ll tell you. ______________________________ In the old days, and by that she meant the old Savannah days, her Grandma would sit Alice on her knee and sing her a song that came from long, long before her Grandma Catherine was born. The family … Continue reading To Catch A Warm Wind
Next year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter Next year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun Next year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all Next year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things Next year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading 2018 – Next Year’s Love
Some hearts are born to do certain tasks, and so it was with the songbird. She had been brought into the universe to sing her song so that others could hear and benefit. Not that the songbird ever noticed, for each morning she would fly to the top of the highest tree and sing her heart out – that was the way she had been … Continue reading The Songbird
Every year it was the same thing; was it going to be a big Valentine’s card (looks too needy)? A small Valentine’s card (looks too cheap) or a bunch of flowers? She picked a large card and the most expensive flowers – if you wanted to make an impact you had to spend large. It would impress everyone and keep her Mum off her back. … Continue reading A Kind of Love
He chose the highest room in town. Which, I suppose, is fair enough. What it doesn’t explain is why he chose Hastings, a seaside town on the south coast of England. His wife explained it by telling everyone that he was obsessed by history, and more specifically by the Battle of Hastings. Okay, to be totally accurate, the battle wasn’t exactly at Hastings but then … Continue reading Santa and the Battle of Hastings
It had been welcomed by the scientific community as a life saver, as the next step in metal technology and a new generation of those shining babies was about to be unleashed on the world. The team that had developed the idea at Los Alma had received the Nobel Prize that year and were ready to be courted by every large manufacturing company. They had no … Continue reading Can’t Stop This Gun From Crying (a Black Mirror type written before Black Mirror)
His name was Charlie and he was a kid. Charlie was lucky enough to be living through his best years. His mother, father, brother and sisters were all well, all happy, and all in that little perfect bubble that happens from time to time in life. When Charlie was eight, he had his first birthday party which involved all his friends coming to his house. … Continue reading Yellow Balloon
Ever since he was little, folks had always been telling him how he should live; that he should ‘do it this way’, or ‘do it that way’, or ‘you’ll never amount to anything, not with that attitude’. Now either, he was plum crazy (and there was always a chance that was true) or perhaps he simply walked to the beat of a different drum (judging … Continue reading Gregory
Alex’s Story If you’ve ever sauntered up Charles Street, you’ll know what I mean. Some days you see everything, the people, the windows, the traffic and on other days – like when it rains, or there’s fog, or you’re simply in a hurry – the whole street can pass you by in one big blur. Then there are the odd days when a person will … Continue reading The Bar at the End of Sugarhouse Lane
Hansa had felt for a long, long time that he was alone; that he was the only one who had felt the way he did. He knew he was smaller than the family who had taken him in, but they lived so far above his own head that he really had no one to with whom he could speak. Most of the biggies had been … Continue reading The Great Tiny Escape
It wasn’t hurting anyone; now was it? She’d give the kids a difficult problem to solve, although if she was being honest, there wasn’t an answer to it. Then, when all their heads were down staring at the desk, she’d nip outside for a smoke on a delicious cigarette. She loved teaching – don’t get her wrong, it was her life. Yet it left no … Continue reading Breathers
Ever since Thing had been left to fend for himself, he had grown a little harder to life. I suppose that life is a matter of holding on to your innocence until gravity eventually catches up with you and then, it’s all a matter of how you deal with that. From the outside, Thing was still the same beautiful soul that he had always been. … Continue reading THING and the Lesson
Thank you for today, Not everything was good, But then not everything was bad, I woke up sad and somewhere in the sunshine The day got a little better. Thank you for today, For letting me see that Life is difficult for every heart And some things, which I find easy, others don’t And I know the opposite is true Thank you for … Continue reading Thank You for Today
Wednesday April 17th, 1912 Pier 60. NY,NY. After a successful maiden voyage across the North Atlantic, the Titanic berths in New York. Annie’s Story She was born with the name, Annie Constantine and from the age of nine, she had worked tirelessly as a kitchen maid in a large house on the south coast of England. Annie could not settle for a life in … Continue reading The Titanic In New York City – 3 stories
If Alexandra McMillan had been born in any era other than her own, she would have most certainly been burned as a witch. Luckily for her, she popped into the world the same year as Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone; inspiring her father, Robert, to name his new daughter after the Scottish inventor. Robert McMillan came down from the Isle of Skye in 1870 with the … Continue reading Coldharbour: Passing Wonderful
Thing had never known a time like it, at least not since he had been on his own. The Spring had slipped into Summer and now the leaves were falling all around the front of the cave. Some of the folks from the town had stopped by on their way to the top of the mountain, some stayed for just a few minutes, some for … Continue reading Thing and His Friend
Those who were on the inside, never realized their situation, as such. It was those on the outside, looking in, who observed that there was an ‘us’ and ‘them’- that there was a difference. And so it was with Crandid. He had been on the other side for as long as he could remember, and had always looked in with a mixture of pity and … Continue reading The Wall
If all of this were up to me, My gifts would be of other things, The son to spend an afternoon With a father long since gone, The granddad seeing his offspring grow, As his life goes on and on, The children gone before their time, Would come back home and ring the chime, And chances lost would be our choice, To try just one … Continue reading If All Of This Were Up To Me
Like every other day, Harry spent his mornings in the park in that little period between breakfast and lunch. He’d sit and watch the animals and the humans, and normally chuckle to himself. One sunny morning, Harry noticed a flash of light from under a bench a few feet away. When he picked it up, he found it was a coin. Harry decided to buy … Continue reading Life
We are only memories. I have memories as a kid, at least I think I do. About being with my mother when I was about four or five years of age, and we were crossing a bridge over a rail track. It was a winter sun and the air was as fresh as daisies. I could hear the ‘fut-fut-fut’ of the approaching steam train, whistling … Continue reading The Last Human
He had always lived in the city. His parents had met there, and his brothers and sisters had been born there. Sometimes they’d visit the countryside, but it would always be on a blue-sky day. This led Andy to believe that the city was mostly a dark and wet place and it was the land beyond where the sun always warmed the land. He’d dreamt … Continue reading A Christmas Walk
Hadrian had walked the length of several carriages before he found somewhere to rest his weary metals. He was excited, that much was true, for this was his first time away from home. Hadrian was the apple of his father’s eye due to the fact that he was the first of the TickTok family to go to college. His mother had wanted him to study, … Continue reading Hadrian and The Human Finger
I guess I could begin this story with ‘once upon a time’ but then that would give the impression that it’s a fantasy – but that’s not exactly true. Well some of it’s not true. You can make your own mind up. Maybe there’s a moral to the story – maybe not. A long time ago – a long, long time ago – all the … Continue reading Sunshine
He’d left the house in the middle of an argument. She wasn’t happy with the fact he was going on to Stockholm after Helsinki. She had screamed. It wasn’t like her. There was to be a dinner-party at the weekend and they had been invited. They rarely got to go out as a couple anymore and she had seemed pleased that they were going to … Continue reading On A Flight To Helsinki
It had been last summer when Suzie had seen her first driverless car. It had been taking that kid, Trig to school. Trig’s father had more money than all the other kid’s parents put together. The story was that he’d been kicked out of every private education establishment in the tri-state area and Suzie’s school was the only one left – at least that was … Continue reading The Great Traffic Jam
Every morning the same thing happened, her mother would burst into her room, shout ‘rise and shine’ and then open the window to let the world in. Most of the time it was only the train smoke from the station next door. They had lived in a little house at Albion Place since her great-grandmother’s time and the family had seen no reason to change … Continue reading The Storm
Peter had a perfect life, Three perfect kids and a perfect wife, But Peter’s flaw, Which he took from Dad, Was a big Black Dog, Which made him sad. He kept it in the family shed, Or sometimes hid it in his bed, And never said that the Dog was there, Even when it was hard to bear, Peter smiled to his perfect wife, And … Continue reading Don’t Keep Quiet
Jake remembered what his Grandmother used to call it: ‘your grandad is away down the doctors’. That’s what she called it – the pub at the end of the street. “If life wasn’t so shit, there would be no need for pubs”, was her usual follow-up. “Don’t matter what it was; just back from the war, or the birth of his first-born, the night his … Continue reading Broken Pieces
Don’t ever let them tell you that You’re just an elephant, or a human, or just another life. One who is not meant to shoot for the centre of the Sun Don’t ever let them tell you that you are not good enough Or special enough to be that guiding light For when they say you can’t – you say you can And when they … Continue reading Just an Elephant
That day started like any other Saturday. My Grandma was washin’ the back of my neck with all my family lookin’ on. When she got into rubbin’ real hard I would turn my neck a little so that I could see out the window. That morning was just like any other, Jake Van De Bergh was getting chased up Main Street by another angry husband. … Continue reading Me and Buzz and the Madman
Okay, so his name wasn’t Chaplin, it was Horowitz, but ever since he’d attended the moving picture show and seen the great, perhaps marvellous, Charles Chaplin, he had modelled his dancing on that particular master. It was just that one dance, the one he had seen as he sat with his folks in the Vaudeville and Burlesque Movie Palace, that had made him almost wet … Continue reading The Legend of Jacob Chaplin
1880 I found the name on a map when I was a child in Scotland and it came to my mind that was where I was going to someday; Wabash, Indiana. I was 17 when I got there and I found work on the new Presbyterian Church after I told them about my religious folks back home. One evening, Mr Charles Brush asked that we … Continue reading Americana (100 word stories) (1880 – 2017)
It was raining that November day, so they both stood in the doorway of the Parisian café waiting for their chance to make a dash down the avenue. They were strangers of course, isn’t that always the way. Henri started the conversation first – telling Phillipe that he needed to get going soon. He had a ring waiting at the jewellers – a ring that … Continue reading Strangers On A Rainy Day
You can make of this story what you want. You can throw it in the fire and see if I care. All I want to do is lay down the things the way they happened, and then you can make up your own minds. I guess with stuff of this nature, maybe your mind is already made up anyway. Still I reckon you might like … Continue reading The Man on the Third Floor
That Day, started like any other day. The sun came up, I had a coffee, we argued about money and I went to work. That Day, progressed like any other day. I worried about our life, our home, our family and how I was going to apologise to you for my faults. That Day, was just a normal day. I knew what I would say … Continue reading That Day
The night of him looking at the stars was the night that everything changed. That night as the planets danced overhead, a thought grabbed him and then shot right up his nose and into his brain, almost taking his breath away. Here he was abandoned in Space, a traveller – and whatever the dimensions of this universe there could only be so many travellers. He … Continue reading Be Kind
Sandy the elephant and Zoot the dog were, without doubt, the best of pals in the whole wide world. They loved to sit by the river and watch time floating past their little seat. “You’re quieter than usual, young Zoot,” said the elephant. “Just thinking,” Sandy replied. “Just thinking.” “Thinking about what?” “Well, Sandy my oldest friend, I was wondering if those birds ever worried … Continue reading Zoot and Sandy and Worrying about Things
(for Jim – the King of the Kings Arms) The two of them sat at the shaky table in the Bright Water Café. They always chose this table as it gave Jake and his grandfather a chance to come up with ways to stop its unruly behaviour. Usually they would stick some folded paper under the short leg, but if they didn’t bother with that … Continue reading Lassoing the Moon
It was only a few short summers between my mother asking, ‘how I was’ and her asking ‘who I was’. It was only the briefest of moments between telling a friend, ‘See you soon’ and bowing my head in a farewell. It seems only days between being a child and looking after one, Between laughing and shouting, ‘I’m old’ and being old. Surely the moon … Continue reading How I Was
There was a moon that night, That shook my comfortable existence On this little Earth And as I looked at the stars I almost lost my breath When I remembered what great men had said That I was made from the hearts of dying stars All of me was not from here, but belonged out there And as I closed my eyes I realised that … Continue reading The Hearts of Dying Stars
I guess there are two parts to this story. The first half, is how we met, and how we became the best of friends. The second part is where and when it all fell apart. I’d like to start with the happier story first. When Cy first turned up, I had no idea. No idea what or who he was. All I’d ever wanted to … Continue reading Metal Balls
I remember it was a cold day, is all. My teacher came to take me from the class, said I had to go and see my granddaddy on account that he was leaving real soon. To be honest, he hadn’t said nothing to me, and I was his best pal. He said that I had a head on my shoulders that was ninety years beyond … Continue reading My Granddaddy’s Farewell
I have been here before, You should know that of me, I’ve walked to the edge and stood, Almost to the tipping point, Held only by the up drafts, Daring the winds to mellow, and let me drop. When the time comes, What then? Jump or be pushed. There are only so many times, I can blackmail the angels. bobby stevenson 2017 Continue reading The Edge
Now as you know by now, Thing was always looking out the mouth of his cave waiting on his family to return. One day his mother went away and promised to come back but Thing hadn’t even seen her shadow or smell her warm scent on the wind. And maybe if his mother had stayed, he might have found out sooner rather than later what … Continue reading Thing and What He Learned
My grandmother used to say that the village, meaning Shoreham, would find you, take you in, scrub you up and only let you go when you were a happier, smiling person. The reason I mention this, is that it may have some bearing on the story I am about to tell you. As usual don’t blame me, I am only repeating what my grandmother told … Continue reading An American Gentleman
It had been his job as long as anyone could remember. He was the Book Keeper and he enjoyed all that the job entailed. Sure he never slept, but wasn’t his life the greatest gift a soul could be given? He couldn’t remember being taught his craft, and yet he had always known what to do, when to do it and how to do it. … Continue reading The Book Keeper
Has anyone seen my heart? All I did was turn to pick up that drink, And it was gone. I left it on the table, only for a second. I swear. When I was young, I used to wear it on my sleeve, That way I knew where it was, But some of the children at school stole it and used it as a football, … Continue reading Has Anyone Seen My Heart?
When it happened it took Thing by surprise. The fact that a thought like that could go through Thing’s mind, both scared him and got him excited. When he was younger, when he had first started school, he would have done anything for someone to say a kind word to him. Sure his teacher was kind, but as for the rest of the kids, well … Continue reading THING and His Best Ever Thought
“I know all of this is crazy Every last crazy second of it And I know that there have been bad times And good times, and times that it hurts so bad that You feel as if your heart has stopped. But there has been laughter too, and friendship And all the silent victories. And love, most importantly, love. No matter what form it has … Continue reading Just Keep Swimming
She could feel the sun on her heart, as its rays broke through the window. There was a bird, a blackbird, singing in the old twisted trees. She heard the cyclists from the city, shouting to one another as their bikes sailed past her front door. The aroma of the freshly made coffee had skipped the stairs and had, instead, entered her room through a … Continue reading The Morning of the Day…..
It never started out as a plan, or even as a dream. It was simply an idea. Perhaps that’s where all dreams start. He had kept birds since he was knee-high to a pelican’s leg; and all his life he had understood them and they, him. It was probably a love affair, if that isn’t being too weird. Like most of humanity, he wasn’t the … Continue reading The Birdman
Even after all these years, I awoke with you this morning, Your arms in mine, your heat, your hair, Your smell, your sleeping smile, your skin, Your morning eyes, Oh – those eyes. Even after all these years, When neither knows who lived or died, I can still feel you inside Clawing at the emptiness of my heart, I was only ever happy in … Continue reading A Kinder Love
31st, July, 1917 Passchandaele – If I could lay thee down my love, In a bed of silk and lace, And a garland for your hair my love, And a warm wind for your face, And I would give you ships my love, And stars to guide them by, But will not watch you growing old, And you will not see me die. – Forever … Continue reading A Note Found In A Jacket
To all those who look at the night sky and smile. Where we lived doesn’t really matter much, ‘cept to say that you could spit into another State from our porch. That was where my granddaddy sat thinking most days and most nights. He just cogitated – “yep, I’m sitting here just running things about my great big head,” was how he’d usually greet me. … Continue reading The Man Who Smiled At Stars
Being human is never really understanding Being human is loving and hurting at the same time Being human is hoping and caring, loving and sharing Being human is tears and pain and laughter and fear Being human is wondering why the hell we’re all here Being human is being lost for most of your life Being human is cursing the gods then hoping they are … Continue reading Being Human
Holding On to Positive Expectations And Never Doubting Love Overcomes Virtually Everything bobby stevenson 2017 Continue reading Hope & Love
