by Andy Blackburn | Apr 29, 2009 | Stories
The woods of Northern Europe 1944 Hold thou thy light before my closing eyes Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies Heaven’s morning breaks, and earths vain shadows flee In life, in death, O Lord abide with me – Abide with me, English Hymn – Trad. The...
by Doreen Hughes | Apr 29, 2009 | Stories
As the evening draws near the people in the town begin to get their things ready for the night ahead. They have a quick meal and those who have shelters in their gardens put the blankets, food, torches and books etc, all the things that will help them through the...
by Jill Allison | Apr 29, 2009 | Stories
‘I hate flies, I hate heat, I hate the desert, in fact I hate bloody everything connected to the place.’ Simon stared around him; the detritus of human life, the sweat, blood, tears, the indelible mark of ‘mans inhumanity to man’ Who the hell did he think he was;...
by Michael Parris | Apr 28, 2009 | Stories
It’s so beautifully crafted Tipped copper, brass and there’s lead Seven six two Or so it is said Full metal jacket Well, it is dressed to kill Makes a big hole Seven six two mil Packed full of cordite To give it Gods speed Its got my name on it My fate is to bleed...
by Gordon Wilson | Apr 28, 2009 | Stories
Adrenaline rushed through my veins, giving me a vital boost. Within 20 minutes, I had to reach Don Gattuso, otherwise I would never be able to settle the score. The night was damp and the smell of spring invaded my nostrils. A wave of despair took over as I realised I...
by Denice Penrose | Apr 27, 2009 | Stories
It’s been almost thirty years since I last bought a vigil candle. They have seen me through some of the darkest times of my life, but I had hoped never to buy one again. Today, my vigil candle is the most important item on my shopping list. When my fashionable...
