Dream Run: Part Three – Reality Break – as read on 94.7 on Monday 28/9
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 and plainly see, that
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