Written in 365 parts: 173: More Fluid Still Rigid
Marsh followed Drick as they navigated a maze of corridors and passageways in the under city. This world constantly surprised Marsh, sometimes for the better, but more often for the…
Marsh followed Drick as they navigated a maze of corridors and passageways in the under city. This world constantly surprised Marsh, sometimes for the better, but more often for the…
I have posted a couple of my longer walks to this blog during the lockdown. I thought I’d share some of the other exercises I do. Just to show the…
“Wake up.†A surge of electricity coursed through the restraints making Drick’s body arch despite them being hung from the ceiling. Drick’s legs kicked against the manacles that ran through…
‘…Every night and every morn – Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night – Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some…
Perf couldn’t believe it. How was it possible? Hooper should be dead. They should be a smear at the bottom of a crater. They were in that tent. They were…
They hurried along the corridor trying to make their pace look like someone late rather than someone running away. Fast, but not too fast. Hurried, but not frantic. Don’t alert…
On Monday I decided to get the boys to write a poem about their mummy as a test. I made each of them answer questions and then we compiled that…
Drick found themselves, once again, sat at the same pop up food stall poking at a bowl of noodles with a resin bi-pronged fork. This time Marsh sat with Drick…
“Things are going to get very problematic around here,†Drick walked over to the sideboard and poured Krennar a malt whisky from the wide selection of drinks. “Here,†Drick passed…
Krennar walked into the large room of the lake house to find three people already waiting for them. Drick was dressed in a tight fitting one piece jumpsuit with a…