Water. The thought shot through him with blinding need. Water. It burnt through his tired limbs, replacing all other sensation. Water. It had become a pulse, echoing in his every step. Nothing else mattered

Spoken version The cold howling wind was whistling when he staggered from the bar I remember you remarking that he wouldn't get that far And aye, you were right then although I wish you'd been wrong The

Aiko and Mia, little conures with big hearts, and a whole lot to share with the world. Both these little loves turned One this month! It's hard to work out their exact birthday, as eggs tend to hatch on

Image Credit Cold, salted air gushed under Blackpool Pier, whistling between the flaking struts. The beach seemed endless this time of year, the sand grey and empty without the regular punctuation of

Aiko and Mia being so very sweet, they are so fussy with me in the morning these days! These two are both green cheeked conures, Aiko on the left is the Pineapple variety (sometimes called cinnamon) and

The #31sentencecontest is run by @tristancarax. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 31 sentences, with a set word count for each sentence, inspired by the prompt. As tricky as it sounds, it was

~ The sunshine in my life comes in many shades ~ Original Photo A thankyou to @derangedvisions whos challenge got me inspired! At this time of year, I get up before the sun, and get home after it's gone

Source We stayed up all night And watched the sun rise Drank until we passed out Beneath those perspex skies Faces lit by cigarettes We hid behind the smoke Whispers in the darkness Of secret fears and

A deflating balloon A teddy bear low on stuffing A partly furnish room That hasn’t got enough in Candles can be relit A fire you can restart Lights can turn back on But what about the heart When the steam

These stones they will save her Weighted down she’ll never float But she did not ask for rescue She is one with the boat So do not pull her from the waters When she embraces the cold Between the splinters

Someone else has your heart and there is nothing I can do Alas the hopeless hope it’s not me that summons you Nor pulls your light online no message or reply comes in Because I lost my time I became your

The hand that slips in yours have you always known? The familiar touch of skin the sweet taste of home? And have I always known you? my beloved ghost in the pale Is it you who whispers in the night who

midnight caress between the stick of sheets the breath catching form beyond the haze of our heat the never ending edge where does each one begin we get lost in the touch of bare skin on skin the catching

You left me in the wilderness I fed my heart to the wolves I wandered through the forest The branches tore my clothes Your absence was a winter Death between the trees The grass did not grow there No birds

You are more addictive than fucking drugs Just one more hit and it’s never enough You take away all my self-control And I have never been so glad to let it go It is like you dose up the very air Like every

The last flame in the Keep guttered down low We found the oil before it all went out And you refused to give up or let go You coaxed away the choke and grip of doubt You drove fear to shadows cast by the

She gripped the elderly hand, the thin skin organza under the fluorescent lighting. "Nanna, I don't want to go in." "Why not?" "That's not MY mum, her face's wrong." Behind

He stood atop the stairs, the clock ticking closer to 8. Work wouldn't believe he was sick again. He held the banister, rocking his weight on the top step. He couldn't face another day. He was running

I could never be enough My love I tried with all my heart I would never have been enough my love It had to fall apart But it’s better this way I can’t let you down I can’t hold you back Or hurt you And

She couldn't find them. Gripping her phone, she pressed the button. Nothing. The black screen stared back, an empty reflection of her face. She tried again, her nail bending as she desperately pushed the