The screaming, the blood, the pain, the sadness. I remember when I was young, only I never had all fun. I never had any fun. Basically, because I didn’t have any friends. I didn’t know how to make friends. I wasn’t allowed to play without the kids in the street. I’d watch their playing in the street, chasing balls, falling off bikes, laughing, crying, fighting. I longed to be out there with them. But mum and dad kept me inside. It was for my own good, I used to beg them to le

‘The evening was grand’, my Grandmother announced. ‘There were ground people here, the venue is grand and the food is grand and so are the drinks’, which she downed with grace but in abundance. She liked to think of herself as the Grand Dame of the family, but in reality she was a nasty old Crone. She was never happy unless she had organised whatever it was she was talking about, like this event. She had bossed and bullied everyone concerned so she got her way. It was the 100

She saw him standing with a dowdy looking woman. She had long brown hair, was short and overweight, in the worst clothes anyone could wear. What's wrong with him, Sandra thought to herself. He's fit, tanned, medium height and has a lovely kind smile. Who is that woman? His sister, friend, surely not his wife. He kissed the woman on the mouth, as a parting gesture, so surely not his mother, sister or just a friend. Sandra was determined to find out more. She loved mysteries an

Will it ever stop? The Mexican Volcano Rabbits scurried into their burrows. It was torrential and it wasn’t meant to be. Their floating volcano drifted around the Caribbean ever since it was spat off the main continent due to its over effusive gurgling, belching and smoking. The volcano itself felt slightly rejected and if it hadn’t been for the Mexican Volcano Rabbits, forthwith known as MVR’s, it would have finally blown its top and made North America feel its wrath. But th

Where am I? I looked around me. Cabbages everywhere! WHAT? This is ridiculous! Where am I? What am I doing amongst so many cabbages? I don’t understand… Ohhhhh, woe is me! The cabbages beside me smile and their little cabbage eyes crinkle up. What? They’re alive? That’s absurd. The sky is dark. Dark grey. It takes all the blue out of the light and everything appears brighter and more vibrant. I stare to the heavens and try to understand what I’m doing with all these brigh