My Old Friend

Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”

The Witches Of Pendle

In what they say was a dark corner of the land in an age of conversion, three men die. Was the cause really witchcraft? ‘Yes’ says the Justice of Peace, Mr. Roger Nowell a non-conformist. Seeking justice, seeking favour from the King? King James I, author of ‘demonology’ of sorcery and magic how to exposeContinue reading “The Witches Of Pendle”

I Knew It To Be True

The wonderwall came crashing, as the snow slowly melted at the vicarage garden. An I knew it to be true! Before its darkside played its tune. Before even the earth, encounted its moon. Stones that failed to wake, lights flashed blue. Calls rang unheard, heard only was dead as the second wave of phonics matchedContinue reading “I Knew It To Be True”