Again?

Happy birthday, Stupid. What the hell did you do now? What the hell did you do to sabotage your own relationship? Again? Yes, I heard. Can't seem to keep one going long enough, huh? Did you do what you did years ago? It can't be something you didn't do. 'Cos not much has ever been … Continue reading Again?

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Waiting…

Moments before birth and death, you are struck by fear and anxiety Fear of the unknown Anxiety that comes with anticipation Your thoughts are muddled They are dark and grey filled with uncertainties Your emotions and mental ability being toyed, you cuss and bitch in them, at them You are in that state of depression … Continue reading Waiting…

The eccentric writer (12) – All that drama over a fall down the stairs

This was something I posted on my Facebook page two years ago. Can't decide if I find my over-imagination stupid, unnecessary, annoying or all of the above spring-rolled together with some other terms which my just-woken-up mind is too lazy to think of. But I guess I'm just another writer with more mind on her … Continue reading The eccentric writer (12) – All that drama over a fall down the stairs

Be like Jon… or John

The green-eyed monster... (And the priest referenced Shakespeare for it this morning during his homily. 😜) Saul was jealous of David. Seriously, all the young boy did was slew a soldier with acromegaly. But the green-eyed monster in him made him hunt David down to have him killed. What drives a person to act on … Continue reading Be like Jon… or John

Out of this world

Some people asked if I believed in the world of wizardry and witchcraft, or the existence of races such as the elves, the dwarves, and the tiny little people with big feet, or the possibility of souls passing on into another universe, dimension, and timeline, or gods dying to die like the mortals who are trying … Continue reading Out of this world

It was just a bad dream… or a writing prompt

Early this morning, my little girl came into my room and squeezed into bed with me. She was sobbing away as she told me about a bad dream she just had. It was pretty scary for a nine-year-old girl as she witnessed her siblings getting eaten up by snakes at the beach before an unknown … Continue reading It was just a bad dream… or a writing prompt