By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes Arch had tossed and turned, twisting his sleeping bag into a tangled tube. He groaned, trapped in a dream. Women wearing the Blessed People head scarves over their uncut hair had circled him stomping their feet, jeering, shouting insults, calling him the
by Elyse Harrison Previous Episodes Clara smiled to herself, trying to match the one that James had given her that day. It contained so much hope, trust and life; things that she hadn't witnessed in a long time. She walked into the kitchen and tossed her backpack and
My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 1 – My Dragon by Ivor Steven Original Post A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire Did arise from the gurgling mire Dark gangrenous green, from head to tail Claws blackened, sharp as nails Purple secretions, from his scaly chest A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess Nostrils ablaze,
By Steve Gray Previous Episodes Hello, Are You Open? Leonard had struggled to make his shop happen, he would go in after work and ‘fiddle’ His wife Jo, didn’t say anything, she knew that he could get depressed about things and that might simply shut him down some more.
by Brett J Cole I often feel I was born with a shadow, one that already found its way to me, long before the light hit my skin, or the air first found my lungs. A shadow that is as much of me as I am something of it, beginning
by Brett J Cole And so they all said c'est la vie, as we sailed upon the restless sea, but not a word was said by me, as I hung my head in shame. The drowning drifted endlessly, and I watched them almost enviously... For I could sadly
by Brett J Cole And so again I wake to that season which knows not of Summer's sun, nor the budding colours of Spring. It knows not of Winter's chilled kiss, nor Autumn's leaves at play. It's a season of and within
by Ivor Steven A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire Did arise from the gurgling mire Dark gangrenous green, from head to tail Claws blackened, sharp as nails Purple secretions, from his scaly chest A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess Nostrils ablaze, bloodied red Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads My Dragon’s
By Martin Smith Previous Episodes Tune in to listen live on 94.7 the Pulse or listen to a recording of the show, Monday Front Page with Ian Campbell Entering the library, we came upon a portly gentleman standing before a bookcase. He had a mop of wiry, white hair
