As I Open The Door
As I open the door... there before me sat the lumpiest largest Basset hound that eyes had ever seen. His teeth and bones made eye lashes curl before me. Dizzy and without wasted measure I chose to pluck
Creating Nostalgia
We're nearly halfway through January but I still haven't completed one of my annual tasks. Every year I make a collection of the best photographs of the year. They're not necessarily the most beautiful
Bright
I don’t want to hurt anymore. I firmly grasp the electric blue ball in my palms. I must make the choice. To live me life with this, or continue as normal. Normal is too much pain, but I am scared to move.
This is actually pretty scary
Image source Whilst investigating the death of a local detective, a popular private detective called Garth Jones uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, stripy kettle circulating throughout Canada.