Support Group

There were, roughly, 50-55 people sat in the chair circle on this particular night. So many, in fact, that you could scarcely call it a circle anymore, just a small room with people packed in, three-deep, around the edges and one man stood imperiously at the centre. Usually you’d find 10, maybe 15 regular participants,…

Guidance Needed

Every so often, we come across people who seem strange to us, yet so familiar. And these people leave a great impact on our lives.

Smartphones, Silly Giants

“Miss, can you please step onto the travelator? Miss, move across to the travelator!” The train station attendant manipulated his way through the crowd effortlessly in comparison to Julie’s awkward tripping and fumbling, as he approached and urged her towards one of the many snaking walkways. “Oh, sorry. I’m not using a device so…” “Move…

Gold Plated Cold Blooded

Thinking back on it now, I still believe that I would have played the whole situation in exactly the same way. In my shoes, you would have too. I’m positive about that. There was just no way to know. You could never have worked it out. Not to any degree of certainty. I mean, there…

I’ve Never Liked Kidney Beans Anyway

I’ve never really spoken about my experience with cancer, other than stating the fact that I had it a long time ago and then quickly brushing the whole thing aside before people’s faces sadden with an unwarranted sympathy. I’m not inhibited about mentioning it, but mentioning it is as far as I’ll tend to go….

Notions of Self

She didn’t like what she saw when she looked at her own image, but she hadn’t always felt that way. Once upon a time she was free. Everyone was. Free to just be, without a barrage of comparison and inadequacy pummelling us in the face with every wave of a finger. The foul image of…

Twits In Hits

I really like hats Just not when they’re worn by twats I used to love beer Til “craft” made it daft, now I usually just steer clear I really liked bicycles…when I was eight Now they tend to grate Especially on footpaths That turn into death traps When cyclist don’t slow down, instead they just…

A Goodbye, Of Sorts

It’s a funny feeling, indeed To miss that which you never had To wave it goodbye and wish it well for the future It is funnier, even, to have created the fallacy of an unwanted truth To have twisted and coiled my way up in a story One that none had ever wanted to hear,…

The Tale of the Black Queen

Lexi sat on his board looking out across the desolate industrial landscape as he let out a deep and heavy sigh. The kind of sigh that you would expect to hear resonating from the cavernous chest of an infinite being upon whose shoulders the weight of an entire universe rested, yet here he was, just…

Happy New Year

It came around again, New Year’s Eve. Surprising, that. The way Julie Milner went on, you’d think it was the shock of the year. Inevitability wasn’t a concept she liked very much, so she’d cherry pick her moments of belief and compliance. But here it was, New Year’s Eve and all the great expectations that…

Suddenly Sasquatch

THE BELOW ACCOUNT IS MADE UP OF BOTH FICTIONAL AND FACTUAL EVENTS It was another one of those nights. The kind I complain about beforehand for weeks without, at any point, making moves to get out of actually going. I just like to complain, some say, but I’ve always seen it more as doing something…