On the 2nd of June 1702, Anne Bramble, originally of Parson’s Lane, Shoreditch, lodged a complaint to the local magistrate that Tom...

Kechaw Kedring Boof Booing Bounce, Bounce. Bounce. Smaller  & smaller. “What ARE you doing?” Wham Whack Whollop The piece of wood flies...

Rustle, bustle, muscle. “Got to push through all this undergrowth.” Bartholomew winces over the sharp rocks, as prickles and thorns hit...

Elizabeth has ordered some new chairs.  The boxes arrived yesterday.  They’re a little smaller than I was expecting.  When they arrived...

Cooee Eeooc High pitched. Low pitched. Bouncing around, off the walls, floor, ceiling. Brushing the contours of the stones. And it’s...

“Roger”, said the teacher. “Yes”, the class said, “no”, our teacher replied “Roger Morgan that boy there”, everyone laughed. “Sir”, the...

Who is Roger? Where is Roger? And why did he miss the train? Where is Roger now? Is Roger even Roger? Or an AI using just using his name...

Max has learnt how to open the back door through the laundry, and the internal door to the garage.  He has also learnt how to smash...

‘Oh my goodness.’  Becky stops outside the café. A man is clutching at the brick wall, retching at a shrub. ‘Are you OK?’ (He patently is...

“It’s a tough one!” “It’s me bloody name. Always getting me into trouble. I mean who the fuck calls theirs their kid Sodomy?” Laughter,...

“Send Roger over, Rover Red Rover, send Roger right over” Stunned like a mullet, frozen on the spot, Roger couldn’t move – swayed with...

“Woger Woger. Or is it Weganold? – We had got to stop meeting like this.” “Well, maybe you can lend me your ears.” “Ears, I’ve got a...

Max has gone to the garage. I’ve just looked in. He’s climbed into the car to play. I’ve decided to make the most of the opportunity to...

‘She left.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t know. Urgent call of the wild? It was thirty years ago.’ ‘Where did she go?’ ‘I don’t know. She turned up in...

Leaves fall from the tree as the season changes, colder shorter days of autumn becoming winter. some trees lose their leaves knowing...

‘Plastic bags! You wrapped my presents in plastic bags?’ It is what is inside that counts. ‘And what Op Shop did these come from? Well?’...

skinned alive enemies of whatever empire was on top at the time or those to be sacrificed martyrs to whoevers god was pouring forth their...

She walked up to her front door and grabbed the door handle to pull as she fumbled in her bag for her keys with the other hand. First...

The guitar and dulcimer are fabulous portable stringed instruments to play at jam sessions with others. The dulcimer is a 4-6 stringed...

The view moves and sways. Trying to capture a feel, a view, a mood. Nothing coming, just staring. Staring at his fingers.  The gnarled...