My Christmas Writing Challenge
Ho! Ho! Ho! It is nearly time for me to get my beard baubles out again and be all merry and festive. So my standard- issue yearlong writers scowl will… Read More »My Christmas Writing Challenge
Ho! Ho! Ho! It is nearly time for me to get my beard baubles out again and be all merry and festive. So my standard- issue yearlong writers scowl will… Read More »My Christmas Writing Challenge
Set in 1920s Sheffield, Sky Edge is a film about hope and despair. It tells the story of one mans attempt to escape the pitch and toss rings and the… Read More »Flashback Friday #3 – Sky Edge
Today’s creative writing prompts are…. 1. The dogs of war have just been fed. 2. Yellow. Or, use the picture! Link this post in anything that you write, as always… Read More »Writing Prompt #15
Cram-packed car-parked Throngs of headless chickens Stacked-up backed-up limited time one-off offer Count-down marked-down inventing new traditions Nowt-left doubt-less wading through the fight Just-right all-right This Friday’s never-ending Image by… Read More »A Week Of Fridays
Hide in the bark the forgotten winder spun the free song to the tired goats on the porridge farm. Hark so low the bottom of the fish was not where… Read More »Automatic Writing #3
1. Did I ever tell you about my pet kangaroo?
2. My mind was completely empty and then it struck me.
Stroll on.Scroll on.Liesfor likesFillinga voidruled overBy perverted algorithmsA depressing oppressionof fun-filled-factsand trivial Tuesday tidbits torn tremendouslyFrom the mouths of babesSaid no-one ever. Boris worthy choicehonest voicefirst in lineback of the… Read More »Boris.
There are albums that I know better than my own mind. That’s probably not that bold a statement, because anyone who knows me well could probably tell you more about… Read More »The Albums Etched In To My Soul
Today’s Flashback Friday goes all the way back to 2004. Here is an excerpt of a play that I wrote while in university. Set in the Welsh Valleys amidst unemployment,… Read More »Flashback Friday #3 – Ddu a Gwyn
Longform sleep settles the frosted windows of trident
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‘I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing’
I reckon and beckon eternal feet for the foraging forensic firesides fanning the flames of several large giblets of fore.
A found poem – any words and opinions are certainly not my own- they are in fact the views of the fine and upstanding readers of The Sun newspaper in… Read More »The Sun
F#ck I’m A Celebrity Get Me Outta Here
F#ck Strictly Come Dancing
F#ck X Factor
F#ck the UK General Election***
If Gods and Monsters could convene to solve the problems of the many, they would no doubt create more than they could fix.
In 2009, myself and a good friend of mine decided to write a piece about a comedy double act who had been friends forever, but who fell out after years performing on stage together.
The touch of her…
Santa woke with a panic, it was three days before Christmas and those bastard elves had shaved his beard off in his sleep.