A land of the unthinkable

Believe it and it will become.
Breath and life shall thrive.

Create a space where anything can happen, from the unthinkable to an unrelenting beauty of fantasy.

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The all mighty oppressor​

Green sheets that flicker too fast to see Head spinning at the sight, Sinners slipping through sweaty palms All hail the green’s might. The clatter of coins Slipping from the unclasped​ purse, Rusting gold and silver pilling Slicing your skin as you lie upon the curse. Hazing screen flickering on and off Numbers blurring into…

A chocolate cake thief

“How could you…” she uttered, hatred slipping from the words and heating the air between the two. Sam shivered, her warm breath weakening his defences. “It was an accident!” He cried, eyes as large as saucers as he begged for forgiveness. “I told you, so many god damn times… that I was saving the rest of…

A gentle​ crunch

A rusty sheen has begun to fall Dusting the world in red, Life dwindling as chill blankets the valley The peeking hills have already bled. Time has frozen at sunset The sky a blurring blend, As the cold comes in the sun falls It’s colour dripping as it descends. Winter has begun pinching at the…

The Flickering of the City

I awake to the flickering of the city Dots emerging with light, I sway with the morning chill Rubbing the sleep from my sight. From the daunting towers Snippets of life are tucked away, Bundles of colour and joy Hidden by clouds of grey. The clang of the rail Brings dark to the world, A…

A rough night

A stagnant pond Unable to shift, I skid across the surface Mind beginning to drift. Unchangeable A tiny world trapped, I hear a whistle on the wind Splash, I must adapt. A roar of water Engulfing​ my form, Once still, now thrust Someone stop this storm.   Continue

Enamored with a fuzzy monster

I want a dog! We have all heard the phrase, Even as adults a youthful excitement fills us Hoping a fuzzball will bring joy to our days. A partner in life. That tiny pup will take your world by storm, Tearing apart your home Until shredded pillows are your new norm. A monster. Once the…

A relentlessly​ boring day

I woke up, As if trapped in the clash of the wrong ends of a magnet At war in my mind. I woke up, Muscles aching in protest Of the day to day grind. I woke up, A squealing headache Bouncing in my skull. I woke up, Pressure at my temples Until reality became dull….

The lord of the bed

“Human, I have chosen to sleep here,” Henry exclaims, his paws pinching at the duvet. “That’s all well and good but it’s 3 am … go to sleep,” I whisper. He refuses, a soft mew escaping his lips and he spins endlessly until flopping into position. I sigh, thinking of the blissful dreams I was about…

A parade of ducks

“Why have we stopped moving?” Sam asks, frustration tilting his voice. “Jack probably needs the loo,” Chloe warns, kicking her legs at the driver’s chair. Jack turns, ignoring the shaking of the chair to look sternly at the two passengers. “Guys… there is a family of ducks on the road.” Both lean forward, crowding onto the empty front…