by Chris Green | Jan 27, 2009 | Stories
Neigh! Neigh! Oddenstein: “Come back with my horse, that’s the last bit of voice I’ve got left.” Monument having tripped and concertina-ed over a gnomon: “What a grumpy looking gnome.” Gnomon: “Speak for yourself, sunshine, if...
by Chris Green | Jan 26, 2009 | Stories
An Introduction to A Portrait of The Autist as a Young Man To think at the deepest level is to stop thinking and to experience thought at a spiritual level. I look to my genes and see that I share 50% of my DNA with that of a banana, truly I have a vegetable being...
by Sally Patricia Gardner | Jan 19, 2009 | Stories
Letter from Timmy the dog, one of Ms Blyton’s Famous Five. From: The camp site—somewhere wet, cold and miserable. Dear Pussikins Fluffles Willow, Oh, Ok, Ok, so I know you hate being called that. It’s just that I’m feeling all bitter and twisted, even my bark is...
by Jan Hedger | Jan 16, 2009 | Stories
Dear Cordelia, Oh my dear friend, I am a broken woman, a sad embittered lonely old woman. I am sitting at my dressing table writing this letter to you. The hour has struck midnight and yet I cannot sleep, afraid of the ghosts, afraid of the nightmares. The tragedy,...
by Jan Hedger | Jan 16, 2009 | Stories
What does God mean to me? Well for something to mean anything there has to be a something or someone, which evokes the question; is there a God at all? The God we are brought up to believe in, as told in the bible, created heaven and earth in six days, resting on the...
by Jan Hanson | Jan 15, 2009 | Stories
The Narrative of My Only Sea Adventure (I Hope!) 11.7.1943 March 23rd 1943 Being my own personal experiences of the torpedoing of the “Windsor Castle” on that day. The day previous, 22nd March 1943, we, 2,000 troops, airmen and soldiers, had been given instructions...
