A small collection of prose,

something not written or collected often by me, when I do its often on paper. but this set is for that which is on the computer. to be gawked at.
I apologise because I use notepad more than word, there will be typos

Mighty Rocks That Stay

it is a truth to me that is so really very weird. i can only explain to you if you speak to me. face to face.

Almost a death, almost disaster

Dave and Lucy almost broke up yesterday they almost broke up over me, and noone had done anything wrong in the almost disaster that i should have seen coming.

I Remember, I Forget.

Sometimes I only hate you, instead of both at once. Read this like and ancient inscription, like bits are missing. its fragmented and thres more to say, but its lost to time.

Hope and Belief

In a weak voice he asked her 'You still believe, don't you?' and as he spoke he reached up to brush away her tears. She nodded, not trusting herself to speech, knowing full well he meant God. 'Then there's no need for tears, is there love.' She shook her head marshaling herself and sighing, 'no, but that doesn't mean i want to wait, I will miss you you know.'

Heart of the Witch

He leaps towards her sword extended for the life ending thrust, hand out to grapple. The sword slices into her, smoothly sliding through her skin...