Writing Prompt #11

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.

Dreaming of Walls

Devise a personal reality
Divide opinion and emotion.

Writing Prompt #10

I am a funk addict. Let me tell you about my dealer…

This is not a confession

Writing Collab #11 – Rewinding

As we teeter; Jenga-like totems of our former selves; reminders flood cauterised caches. Photocopies of what we were, what I was, what this was.

Writing Prompt #9

The solution to Brexit is…
The Beatles could have been so much better if…