Looking forward to the Brie Larson Captain Marvel film? You might be in need of a little character illumination. Well, I hope you’re paying attention, because it gets a little… complex.
[Part two of my fantasy short story. You can read the first part here] Breaking out of the streets into the dead ring was always something of a jarring experience. There was a strict cut-off point to where people could build, and with the necropolis being so beautiful, people built right up to the boundary… … Continue reading Beyond the Veil (part 2)
The body had been dead at least a day or so, that much was clear. It’s ashen colour, frigid temperature and musty aroma said as much. It had also said as much when Veil had asked it.
I've been writing fiction for years. Short stories at school, assignments at Uni, roleplaying adventures, and in the past decade or so, actual booky type stuff. But very few people have seen my output. In fact, probably only my wife.
Wow. A ‘must-read’ for any parent.
Jim decided to share the story of how his daughter was groomed and abducted by paedophiles, in order to help other children and parents.
“Her mother and I divorced when Lucy was five. Her mother has some serious health issues, so Lucy has lived with me, almost exclusively, for 6 years. We are very close and there is a lot of love, laughter and music in our home. She’s my little Princess.
We live in a small, rural town. It’s quiet and nothing much happens. I thought it was a safe place to raise my little girl.
I work around forty hours a week, but I don’t want to say what I do or where I work.
I was aware of paedophiles and grooming, obviously, but I never thought it would happen to my little girl.
I thought she was safe here, with me.
I was wrong.
Looking back, I…
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My dad died last spring. He was 91 and had been suffering with Dementia and a shopping list of life-threatening and life-hampering conditions for many years before that. I was sad to see him go, but relieved he was no longer suffering. His sister, the last of my family's elder generation, died a few weeks … Continue reading Death and the high cost of still living
Makes me want to grab the rest of my gender by the lapels and scream in their collective faces.
I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so they all just think I bit him for no reason.
I get in trouble first at the babysitter’s house, then later at home.
The next time the babysitter’s son tries to show me his penis, I don’t fight back because I don’t want to get in trouble.
One day I tell the babysitter what her son does, she tells me that he’s just a little boy, he doesn’t know…
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