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Today Is Going To Be A Great Day

“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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What Are You Saving Yourself For?

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

  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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The Stars Want Her Back

When I first got to know her, She was fully formed. A woman with life, and humour and Dreams. And in the gaps between the dark times, She talks about her dreams, And all the reasons they never happened. But now we have a fight on our hands, For she is slowly leaking back Bit by bit, thought by thought, To where she came from. … Continue reading The Stars Want Her Back

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My Favourite Thought

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

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She Carries A ‘Phone

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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Painted Love

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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Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

Just ‘cause you’re breathing, Doesn’t mean you’re alive, Just ‘cause you’re clever, Doesn’t mean that you’re wise, Just ‘cause you’ve faith, Doesn’t mean that you’re kind, Because you can see, Doesn’t mean you’re not blind. Just ‘cause you’re loving, Doesn’t mean you know love, And by sitting in church, You don’t speak for Above, Just ‘cause you’re hurting, Doesn’t make you unique, And because you … Continue reading Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

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A Brilliant Life

(I am happy to inform you that your piece, ‘A Brilliant Life’, has been selected for a community reading group project at the University of Northampton. ‘A Brilliant Life’ will not be sold and will be used for educational purposes only, but — as you hold the copyright to your stories — it is up to you to give permission for its use. If you … Continue reading A Brilliant Life

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Peter Rabbit

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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Amy and Hector

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

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Be Different

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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Seventy Times Around The Sun

“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

ALICE – 1. Weird Wednesday

  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

EASY

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

Never Ever Let Them Get You Down

1.Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Just ‘cause you’re breathing, Doesn’t mean you’re alive, Just ‘cause you’re clever, Doesn’t mean that you’re wise, Just ‘cause you’ve faith, Doesn’t mean that you’re kind, Because you can see, Doesn’t mean you’re not blind. Just ‘cause you’re loving, Doesn’t mean you know love, And by sitting in church, You don’t speak for Above, Just ‘cause you’re hurting, Doesn’t make you … Continue reading Never Ever Let Them Get You Down

The Promise

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

2018 – Next Year’s Love

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

Yellow Balloon

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

Breathers

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

A Christmas Walk

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

Young Jed’s Story

Young Jed’s father, Old Jed, had been the best darn garage man in this part of the county. It wasn’t just him who said it, everyone did. Old Jed had dedicated his life to the good folks of Cesarwood and their little automobiles – which was a good thing, considering the horseless carriage didn’t make it into Old Jed’s life until he was in his … Continue reading Young Jed’s Story

The Man Who Mended Broken Hearts

He had spent most of his young life wondering where he fitted into things. He had tried football, but he wasn’t a footballer. He’d tried being popular, and he was worse at that than he was at football. He had tried singing, acting, comedy, knitting (yeah, that was a disaster), writing, driving, working in a factory, and he succeeded at being useless at all of … Continue reading The Man Who Mended Broken Hearts

The Man Who Smiled At Stars

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

Stones in a Snowball

Thing was trying to remember when it all changed between the Creek boys at the bottom of the hill and himself. It was probably something to do with that snowball. In the hot sultry days of summer, Thing and his gang of kids played at the Creek almost every day. In the winter they slid down the mountain snow in races of two or three. … Continue reading Stones in a Snowball

Thing and The Night

Thing missed being back at the cave. It was the one place that he knew his Mother and Father would eventually return. He had given up waiting on them and had struck out to see what was at the end of the world. Thing wouldn’t be gone forever, all he had to do was reach the horizon and then come home. That was his plan … Continue reading Thing and The Night

Secret Things, Sweet Things

Secret Things She awoke, as she did every morning to the sound of the muffled, shouting voice and the door being unlocked before repeatedly kicked. Slivers of sunlight were all that her young eyes could understand until she reached for the old spectacles that were her only possession. She was in the garden shed as this was where she lived. There was another kick, usually … Continue reading Secret Things, Sweet Things

Stones Under The Snow

She used to sit on her Grandpa’s knee and he’d hold her so tight like she was the only person in the world that ever mattered. Whatever the payment was to get on his knee, tears or frowns, when she was up there she felt safe. Nothing could ever hurt her there. She would run her hand through his thick white hair and giggle at … Continue reading Stones Under The Snow

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

The Cloud Climber

Stan had a brilliant job, one that many people would have given their back teeth to have. People were always telling him – “that’s the kind of job I’d like to have Stan.” Stan would just smile and move on. Ever since he was a kid, Stan had always wanted to be a cloud-climber. “That’s pie in the sky,” folks would say. “Your head’s in … Continue reading The Cloud Climber

Zoot and Sandy and the Birds

As always, Sandy the elephant and Zoot the dog were the best of pals in the whole wide world and were sitting by the river. “Them things in the sky,” said Zoot. “The birds?” Asked Sandy. “Yup, the birds, do you think they are happy?” “I guess so,” said Sandy. “Why wouldn’t they be?” “I wish I could fly,” said Zoot. Sandy smiled to himself … Continue reading Zoot and Sandy and the Birds

Every Breath You Take

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 Every Breath You Take

A Story From A Room

Once upon a long ago, a man walked into a room. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the place – it was just a room. Simple as that. The first time the man walked into the room, he had spent too long listening to those who talk about darkness. Those are the souls who live, work, breathe, and create darkness. Their glass is always half-empty … Continue reading A Story From A Room

Maybe Next Time

The next time, I’ll say ‘hi’ when that moment first arises The next time, I’ll cross the street before the trouble starts The next time, I won’t put the money on that horse that lost me everything The next time, I’ll go with whom I love rather than who you said I should The next time, I will tell you that I’m unhappy and not … Continue reading Maybe Next Time

The Shoreham Stories – 1

THE SHOREHAM WILD ONES I suppose it all started on that wet Wednesday, at the cinema on St John’s Hill. Mavis had been walking up towards town when it had started to rain and had nothing to keep her head dry. Mavis had never been into one of those racy films before, certainly not one with an X certificate but she liked the look of … Continue reading The Shoreham Stories – 1

The Secret of Life

He wondered if maybe everyone else in the world knew the answer to it the question, and that perhaps he had been in the restroom when they were all being told. He couldn’t see why everyone else was able to smile, walk and talk at the same time and he found it impossible. Life was stupid, and sad, and basically it got him down. He … Continue reading The Secret of Life

STONES IN A SNOWBALL

Thing was trying to remember when it all changed between the Creek boys at the bottom of the hill and himself. It was probably something to do with that snowball. In the hot sultry days of summer, Thing and his gang of kids played at the Creek almost every day. In the winter they slid down the mountain snow in races of two or three. … Continue reading STONES IN A SNOWBALL

A Place Called Hope

‘What makes anyone do anything?’ That was what she thought as she stepped off the bus. She hadn’t meant to get off at that particular stop, but the large woman by the window seat had asked to be let out. The funny thing is that the large woman looked out the window, tutted, and sat down at another seat. Karen was already standing and so … Continue reading A Place Called Hope

Waiting For The Winds To Blow

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.   I’m waiting for the winds to blow, To take my heart away, And ‘though, we … Continue reading Waiting For The Winds To Blow

The Thursday Angel

She had been born on Christmas Day. As the woman with the watery eye had mentioned to her mother, “She is your little Christmas gift, your little bundle of joy”. And she was. She had grown in a very happy home, and that joy had penetrated her very bones. She had grown in body and soul and stood tall as one of life’s darlings. She … Continue reading The Thursday Angel

The Man Who Knew Where Love Was Hidden

There had always been wars. Even in the times of love and hope, there was always a reason to kill. From the 17th century onwards, wars got more complex: families fought families, brother against brother, rich against poor. If you were to ask when love started dying, it was probably at the dawn of the 20th century. For that was when Captain James Sandford, a … Continue reading The Man Who Knew Where Love Was Hidden

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

We Need Your Heart To Sing Its Song

  Don’t cry too long My little one The world is waiting on your smile Don’t listen to the midnight whispers It is their way To make things dark Don’t feel That other hearts are hardened Sometimes they need To take a rest Don’t wish that you were someone Other This life is only meant to test. Don’t think That you are somehow chosen For … Continue reading We Need Your Heart To Sing Its Song

They Came Today, The Angels

They came today, the angels, My turn, they said, my turn, And me, a watcher of the clouds, Had seen them fly for years, up, up, up, Spied through the brown glass ceilings of this old house. Out there, they’d scratch and scrape and hunt the heavens, In wings of gabardine and gossamer, To search for souls, like me. They came today, the angels, Out … Continue reading They Came Today, The Angels

The Perfect Seconds

It has been said that a man dies twice. Once, when his heart stops beating, and the second time, when his name is mentioned for the very last time. It was that final point which obsessed him, especially now – when he thought of what he was going to face. The plain, raw, truth of it all. The only anti-dote he had for his problems … Continue reading The Perfect Seconds

One Day My Friend, We’ll Soar

One day, my friend, we’ll soar, Far, high above these streets of darkened hearts, We’ll tilt our wings to freedom, And scrape the highest of the skies. One day, my friend, we’ll soar, Up there, all wrapped in splendid sunlight, Riding azure blue jet streams, Breathless with that rush of life and air. One day, my friend, we’ll soar, So let me take your broken … Continue reading One Day My Friend, We’ll Soar

On The Right Tracks

There is a little railway station just north of somewhere and to the east of that other place. And one time in your life, you’ll either have stood waiting on a train there or will have passed through it, I promise you. The station wasn’t anything special, it just helped people get into the city and received their tired bodies at the end of the … Continue reading On The Right Tracks

My Uncle Bertrand’s Dream

The year we moved from the 1800s to the 1900s, was the year that my Uncle Bertrand came to town. That man was larger as life and twice as bold. He’d made all his money in some venture in Morocco, Africa, at least that’s what they said about him – you could never tell about my uncle what was true and what wasn’t. Except maybe … Continue reading My Uncle Bertrand’s Dream

July 2nd: Eastman Day

It’s one of those games we still played even after all this time; where did we think Eastman was born? There was a day when every city west of Berlin claimed him as their own but in the end it was probably London or across the water in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. You wouldn’t have picked him out at the start as being the type of creature … Continue reading July 2nd: Eastman Day

The Boy Who Lost Himself

The boy looked younger than his age, but for all that he was still full of the life force. The kid loved nothing better than running to the top of a hill and shouting out – ‘This Is Me!’. On one very sad and bad occasion the world tried to smash his little heart into pieces, and although there would always be a scar – … Continue reading The Boy Who Lost Himself

Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

FRANKIE Frankie never got to make a movie as a star She had to settle for standing at the back And waving to the troops, Or sometimes – smiling at the Romantic lead as he bought bananas from her. Frankie never got to make the movie of her life She just settled for standing back and being an Extra in everyone else’s.       … Continue reading Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

To Wonderland

Kings Cross Thameslink 2016 and 1976 There is a place. You might have noticed it, or maybe you haven’t, but if you take the train from south London, up towards the North, the station is there. It’s in between Thameslink and St. Pancras and no one gets off – at least, not unless they are meant to – and it’s here that it happens. This … Continue reading To Wonderland

My Grandma’s Radio

He delivered it, all pleased with himself, the night of the electrical storm which stretched all the way across three counties. Old Jake had nothing else to give his sister, my grandmother, on her wedding day. It lived proudly in the corner of the room and worked its way into being part of the family. The night my father was born, my grandfather cranked it … Continue reading My Grandma’s Radio

Finding Beauty

As she watched the Robin look through her window She was sure it was smiling It might even be looking at her. Upstairs her mother lay, Motionless – gone now, Soon she would have to telephone someone, And tell the world, But until then, she would just watch the smiling bird.   The light of his universe came into the room, His granddaughter smiled and … Continue reading Finding Beauty

The Dust Road

As they drove the last few miles, the wind grew warmer And he closed his eyes, fixing his mind on that evening When they celebrated with a party Everyone was there that night, alive and well Taking joy in each others’ company Never thinking that things would change so much That fixed point in his head was where he ran to When the days were … Continue reading The Dust Road

Mole Hills and Mountains

Olivia had been playing out in the yard when she’d heard a door bang in the house. As she got nearer to the porch, she could hear her Grandpa hollerin’ about this and that but mostly about Old Chief Makkawaw who lived up on Old Creek Road. Then her Grandpa slammed the door again. This kind of thing wasn’t like her Grandpa at all, so … Continue reading Mole Hills and Mountains

Thing and the Star Whisperers

Thing sat watching, just like he always had, just like he always would, waiting on his mother and father to return, and for them all to be a family once again. Sometimes Thing got so caught up in his own loneliness that he forgot all about the good stuff in his life; that, happened to everyone, he guessed. One night, just as the sky was … Continue reading Thing and the Star Whisperers

Me and Buzz and Soccer

One of the other times that Buzz had a mid-life crisis was that summer when his first hair grew out of his chin. You would have thought that he was Fu Man Choo or somethin’. He’s tellin’ me he ain’t decided if he’s gonna let it grow into a full beard, or trim it using his Paw’s old razor. The one his Paw left him … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Soccer

The Circus of The Stars

They had been circus owners for several generations by the time he had taken over. For the last 32 years they had been ‘Replanters’: these were folks who had taken the money to settle on the Moon. They travelled from town to town entertaining the other Replanters, the soldiers, the government officials and their families. He personally hated going to the Blacklands or, as it … Continue reading The Circus of The Stars

A Conversation On The Stairs

I think I knew it was him, just from the way he stood The sun was at his back as he quietly walked down the stairs The toes slightly facing in and his gait shifted forwards. The sun caught the dust dancing in eddies and whirlpools of light but I could see that the head was up and looking straight forward. That’s what confused me … Continue reading A Conversation On The Stairs