Certificate 15

Don’t talk about your love life;
What you did and in what way.

Mr Young plays scrooge in a cautionary xmas tale. Mr Greaves loses xmas becuase of Mr Young's rashness. Mr Young, meanwhile is sripped to the bear-bones...lietrally.

Within This Skin (9th October 2008)

Every sinew bound; bird caught
in fishing line; inside each cell,
I’m drowned; the lost can’t find
a way out.

Just water, light and air;

It is so rock and - well, I was going to say 'roll', but...

Elsa's lies cause heartbreak and horror for Rob and his family. But time and love have ways of stealing reason...and causing the most unlikely of romances.

I do not know how to say it.

"Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand,
a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth,

I once knew a guy called Jonny Tattoo. I swear it.

This is an extract from a Novel I have been writing. I would appreciate any feedback both positive and negative. Enjoy!

The Power of the mind.

Cats, non-conformity and self-discovery all wrapped up in a tale set in an alternate Midi-Pyrenees.

I’m a geezer, I’m a geezer, ain’t I? I’m a geezer!
I keep my trousers in the freezer.

“Into the valley of Blackpool rode the six hundred. Cameras to the right of us, cameras to the left of us and cameras to the front! Not only on every street corner but

I'm watching over a ten-year-old girl while being watched over by her older brother. Yeah...weird. Oh, and they had sharp and pointed teeth.

The whistles are terrible at dawn. They summon the start of yet another day of slaughter. Often I lay among the broken sandbags in the bottom of the trench just simply aching with fatigue.

He knew the river as one does finally a friend; knew it when it was black, guarding at night time all the lights of London in its depths, and seeming in its vast silence...

If the dead can die again, they did ...

(Written with the help of source material from eye-witness accounts)

This is the work to which Artisus refers in the intro to her poem "The Lens".

The two of them, although they didn’t know it at the time, were heading for the end of the line.
“Why didn’t we see Gerald’s garage?” asked Dave Dee.

"She's sick and needs help. I believe that the person who attacked me was not Rayna."