Non-fiction

story of the end of life

The Creator created us to create. Are we creating or stagnating?

What does it mean to focus? The answer is hidden within the word itself.

How long does it take to believe for a miracle?

You never know when you might turn into an Asset...

That thing you want...how will it happen? The answer is crucial to the pursuit of goals and dreams.

You will never get a second chance to do it right.

A chronic failure finally learns how to "go higher" in his life.

The subtleties of Language and Life are examined.

This autobiographical work explores the themes of existence, mental illness, meaninglessness, and the nature of the 'self'.

As I read "when are you coming to see me babe?" and I feel the rush of a hundred tears.

This is an existential piece about me and it is absolutely a work-in-progress, as is life. It attempts to reflect the confusing nature of existence and the meaning of life.

What would our world be without men to have our back

Miracles do happen in medicine but it just doesn't happen when we most need it.

Based on something almost but not entirely unlike what is herein described. It somewhat took place seven years before the current millennium.

Sometimes love is also in knowing that despite the distances, that one person who was once your centre is living, breathing, healthy and happy. Thank God for that.

A poem about me, and a game. A FRUSTRATING GAME BECAUSE I AM A NEWBIE...

Thousands of homeless back here rot away on the cold, stone pavements. Funnily, city has much less to offer than what countryside could have provided them. A little tribute to them...

Ever had to make a tough decision?

This is a poem, or even a toast, to the sideways inspiration we sometimes find in the most unlikely of places at the most inopportune times.

Death is never easy. It's hard, hard on the people who are left behind.

A poem inspired by the positive 'thinklist' of Philippians 4:8 - "...if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."

The loss of a beloved doctor.

A harsh reality !

this is a fun little energetic poem

Tap the power of The TRY Angle.

This is a poem. It is referent to memories of the North, South, and Midwest. Saving the best for last, so to speak, the title is the final word of the poem. The lack of capitals is intentional.

A second person, present tense rant about dealing with one of the biggest courier companies in the world.

Inspired by, 'From a train carriage', by Robert Louis Stevenson. In the rhythm of a train: in 15 lines, 112 words, diddly dar, diddly dar.

A flash-fiction short story where the climax occurs at the beginning of the story. The story itself is about a contract killer who has a soft side to him and an interesting back story.

A poem about embracing life

A German girl who lives in an orphanage....

A poem about moving on after breaking up.

A poem about damaging words spoken in anger.

A poem about battling addiction

A poem about battling addiction.

Unfortunate interaction...

I'm shattered. He shatters me. In such a bittersweet way. And he loves me too.

So what does a paracetamol overdose look like? Well first there’s the denial.

Unfortunately, this is a true story. Only the names have been changed. It is about a doctor/patient relationship gone wrong.

Memories of the Tawse

An encounter. Then love, of sorts.

Guns. Who needs them?

Age versus youth.

A young man has worked in St. Albans Museum which has already closed its door. He has found a tiny dot which finally led him to the Saint’s Treasure that will change his life forever.

A person's strange obsession.

A lot of stories on here are to do with depression, suicide, and how that person feels. I'd like to show people the other side of the coin and how it affects the people around them.

Just thinking out loud about school and life .

I have learned that children are like sponges. They take everything in, the good or the bad. But then they can't channel out the bad.

Terrorist attack in Manchester, England.