I'm running. I don't know where I am. A forest? A wood? There are dead trees everywhere, thin and brittle they stand like matchsticks stuck into the soft soil. Thin but plenty, they're surrounding me. I don't know what I'm running from, just that I can't stop. I don't know what will happen if I… Continue reading Run
Now all I need is a thunderstorm and it'll be perfect.
In a return trip to his old university town, Ross thinks he'll find solace in his directionless life in the only place he had ever called home. His friends have all moved away, his co-workers have moved on to bigger and better things, and the rose-tinted glasses which brought him back become darker with each… Continue reading The Fourth Day (Synopsis)
Trains. Everyone always complained about them. To Ross they were fun, relaxing. Therapeutic even. Of all the stigma about life in England Ross had always considered regular, pleasant train journeys as something to be expected, yet as soon as he moved to Lancashire he had been informed ad nauseam all of the reasons why almost… Continue reading The Fourth Day (Sample)
I always thought blogs were kind of dumb. I never really wondered why anyone would be interested in my random ramblings or samples. This blog will be a place where I will put my writing, some works-in-progress, some finished stuff. Most of it will be nonsense, some might be good, who knows? This is the… Continue reading Beginning