The 2am trucks gave punctuation to the meandering conversation lubricated by the hypnotic glow of the heater element. Fingertips bearing the delicate sting of steaming cups of gunpowder tea. The night was the perfect skimming stone - childhood accidents, Brer Rabbit and his penchant for kippers, blu tac sculptures, favourite primary school teachers ( Read more... )

All those years we danced around our perfect friendship, talked about partners and laughed at their follies and our unnerving bursts of domesticity. All those times we cried and laughed and ranted and dragged the other to the doctor amid their exclamations of 'I'm fine!' despite a raging fever. All those nights we sat up talking of our own ( Read more... )

Life is like a duck lounging in a pinstripe suit and smoking a Cuban cigar.

Hard to explain.

And so it seems that my life will be marked by moments that my mind instinctively recognises but is too unformed to understand ( Read more... )

When it comes to fiction on the net, quality is often unbelieveably variable. But every now and then, you stumble on something pretty terrific. Something that leaves you doing goldfish impressions ( Read more... )

Such an anti-climax ( Read more... )

Here is a series of private messages that spun back and forth (like a crazed pinball) between a relative stranger (that I highly respect from her posts) on a messageboard I visit, and myself. For some unknown (but appreciated!) reason, it developed into a succession of two stanza posts, with each taking an element from the previous poem and ( Read more... )

It's three weeks before my exams and I find myself spending ridiculous amounts of time on the web, honing my lurking skills. There is an art to lurking, make no mistake. Many people boldly and rashly attempt it without proper preparation. Others scoff, proclaiming that lurking is nothing more than incurable shyness. "Ha!" I cry. And "Ha!" again, as ( Read more... )