Hello, Mr Reaper
Hello, Mr Reaper I suspected it was time For you to come knocking On the door of my soul You can come in I'll make some tea A last supper...
A Graveyard of Stars
Lea stared at Death's Gate. If anything she was disappointed. It was small and red with rust, the lock looked useless mainly because...
Wasted Opportunities
Wasted Opportunities was a short story I submitted to the Writing East Midlands Summer Solstice Competition in 2016. To my surprise, I...
