Too big for dreaming. by Sheepyblue Just some personal poetry, because theoretically it's all fine.
Who listens? by Sheepyblue A holiday, an abandoned house and a boy who can't quite connect. A short story
Lights across the harbour by Sheepyblue ‘You’re a child.’ ‘A clever one though.’ A character piece for fun
The things which aren't there by Sheepyblue Nobody misses them, do they? A piece of flash fiction for the prompt beach.
On Tonight's Programme by Sheepyblue This was my entry for the Tower Poetry competition, the prompt being News
These trials don't prepare the air for love by Sheepyblue This is a short extract from my novella 'Grenade Hearts'
No, we can't go back by Sheepyblue Writing prompt: Write about a character trying to find their way home. Is it really what you want? - An Adrian Story
Tangled Normalcy by Sheepyblue Chapter one of a story I may or not continue. Set in American during the 1930s, inspired by Of Mice and Men
Top 5 things not to do in school.... by Sheepyblue Honestly, these are important and valuable rules that should be obeyed absolutely.... Just a quick piece for the challenge
Give Me A Shot At The Night by Sheepyblue 'Seriously, stop working. Come on, let’s talk about what it would be like if the world was square' - A Joni and Adrian story
The Painted Planet: Prologue by Sheepyblue ‘And they all lived happily ever after!’ Prologue to a novel, I'm starting work on
Junk Mail by Sheepyblue Some things are hard to adjust to. Some times it's difficult to accept something is yours.
An A* to Zee Guide to Success by Sheepyblue 'Ignite your engines parked cars, let's watch overpopulation and poverty slosh away like excess bath water'. An article
Glittering Stars by Sheepyblue Remember, not all that sparkles is gold - it's probably just tacky glitter. An attempt at an article/non fiction
By the Pool by Sheepyblue 'Wonderful creations, cobwebs. They provide food for one and keep me off the streets.’ For the RW challenge, ~a (Victorian) Adrian story.
The White Room by Sheepyblue Set in a Utopian future. A faulty child is brought to the Rown house to get a second chance, as after all, a negative will become positive.
Grenade Hearts: part one by Sheepyblue A diary based story on the relationship between two quite different people. ‘We’re wronging our sides, But righting our battle wounds.'
Quiet Blue Mornings by Sheepyblue Just a piece inspired by a place. 'All night the windows watched the waves and the ferries roll in and out...'
Enemy Territory by Sheepyblue Adrenalin pumps through veins like an exploding coke bottle. I stay low and dark; part of the night.A poem to go with a story I'm working on
Grenade Hearts by Sheepyblue Draw back, clasp gun, peek in the moonlight.Tanned skin, wild hair, grenade, trademark grin. It's what war does to you
Revolution in the Antiques Market by Sheepyblue He was dreaming of paper, ink and pens and marks which couldn’t be erased... and his father warned him he'd end up with psychiatrics
Clingfilm by Sheepyblue Diamonds are forever... until they chip. A poem. Companion piece to 'The Wife' but you don't need to read that first
Dress and Boots by Sheepyblue Just a quick little character sketch. Somewhat related to the 'Adrian stories'
What we'll never do... by Sheepyblue People are probably thinking it’s some student/teacher relationship, with the way she’s acting..... An Adrian story
Vegas? by Sheepyblue Friendships are difficult affairs, and make for some very interesting ear-wigging. A Jaz and Ara story.
On its own accord by Sheepyblue Removing all distractions is very difficult when one is part of you. A random piece that came into my head whilst being distracted.
A Thousand Words? by Sheepyblue Have you ever tried to create a thousand words through a picture and failed miserably? A poem.
Cakes do the best talking. by Sheepyblue A Christmas dinner equivalent, the great outdoors, a chatty child. It's all rather awful isn't it? An Adrian story.
At least the numbers don't change by Sheepyblue Caj sighed as the screen of his Sustainipaper shifted suddenly to blackness
Suicide: No Words, Still Hurts by Dave Masko It’s odd to say “he was,” but that is what friends are saying about the late Robin Williams and others who take their lives.
OF GODS,OF MONSTERS or: THE GRAY OF THE COMING DAWN by dash.crowley.7 CHAPTER I
The Cherry Blossoms in Spring by G.B. Aguilar There in Kyoto, beautiful and ephemeral, akin to the love that blossomed and withered. (An endless cycle of heartbreaking transience)
Think you have the best father in the world - think again by Eddie_ why you shouldn't jump to conclusions about having the best father in the world...
The War Within by Poison Elizabeth Rose "Where did you get those scars?" I was in a fight. "Who were you fighting?" .... Myself
Body Image Feminism • by BlackLodgeStaff excerpt from my manuscript "Weinstein's on Fire Again" For some reason I can't separate the stanza's so I've used "/"
Home renovation or Summer Vacation Do them both by oliviamoore If you are torn between your duties and the desire to finally benefit from your Summer vacation do not consider yourself a weird person.
Don't Forget Your Notebook! by Eleane Kuiper I never used to carry a notebook. Now I've finally realized why I should. (No, I don't mean the electronic kind).
"Plot Holes" and Magicians by Jack Connell It's become fun to joke about a film's plot holes, but is that really what they are? And why mention magicians? Has Jack forgotten his meds?
My Journal Entry 19/09/2014 by scoles1 My journal entry, its a bit of a train of thought piece. I have been awake for more than 24hours so I needed to just type mindlessly :)
If He Could, He Would by Midcoastlock He says if he could, he would. I say if you want, I will.
Afghanistan: Beauty Favours the Brave Travel • by Al Cave The main reasons to visit Afghanistan
The Pitch by SANFORD79 Why and how your storytelling talents can help you to successfully pitch an idea for a Tv show, or a film.
Destiny Intertwined by Valormore Open the world within, we are as deep as the universe is vast.
My Recycled Soul by Lynette Ferreira What if everything really did happen for a reason? What if everything we did and every choice we made wasn't pointless?