Then she did what she always wanted to do and everyone was happy when her heart sang. And then we had lunch.
To be part of someone else’s story. How must that feel?
All the woodland creatures sang and danced around the summer moon, joyful and their spirits happy and unburdened. The fairy’s came out with their lanterns and were joyful too.
The sun shined brightly like the glint in my eyes.
When I go to the park, I am happy.
Santa makes me happy.
They were just starting out again after a break. It was all pretty tentative, like a game of chess, only neither new the rules. They just knew this…they loved each other. Two good people with two big beating hearts…full of love, hopes, dreams and fears.
They had bare feet, the ground beneath those feet could feel their heartbeats. It shifted about a bit, a small tremble, only. Then it suddenly parted and they slipped down insensibly. Above them it closed, they were in liquid, but it was soft like honey and nice and warm too. So they felt kinda nice, if a little bit constrained.
They knew they could do anything they put their minds to, at least that’s what the teachers used to say at school. Why did everything feel different now that they were out in the real world? The real world was not at all what they expected, but of course it never is what you think it is going to be at the start. That’s the best part of the story though, deciding what will happen next.
It was a lovely calm spot with dappled leaves’ shadows dancing in front of me.
An older couple with sad faces shuffled into the car park. They stopped and watched a woman gently ease her weary dog into the car. He needed help to climb onto the back seat; she coaxed him up and calmy patted his grey head. The couple smiled, “how wonderful. There are so many kind people in the world”, they said.
As the older couple approached their car they realised there was an unusual barking coming from their car…
Through the window, they could see the dog making a get away…
Finally free.
I love my family so so so much.
This darkness isn’t forever, you’ve got this.
Why are we here?
What is our purpose?
Why do we follow ‘Societies’ Values’?
Just to be accepted, to be seen as cool.
Be you.
Don’t change for others.
Those who stick with you are the ones to trust.
Not the un-present one’s who only crave lust.
Love is all around, don’t look far
Under the tree and there you are…
I harbour invisible wounds that keep me from healing just because you can’t see my pain, doesn’t mean that I’m not bleeding …
It all went dark and silent.
The end was indeed nigh!
The trees stood ever watchful
Which direction would this rootless man turn?
“I wish I was in an office making money.”
Once upon a time there was a princess and she liked being outside.
Sheep tree
Let us all be free, from cities to the sea
Like the birds, we’re all free.
The warm wind blows through the trees.
Music to my mind, calm.
Spring brings new life
Summer is warm and light
Autumn brings dark nights.
Winter is cosy and white.
A triceratops was in the field!
Billy is missing!
Today is a happy day.
The sun is shining, birds tweeting, nothing can ever go wrong…right?
Once upon a time there was a Megans and a Jamies and they loved each other VERY much. And one day they went to Raveningham sculpture trail…
These stories could all end too soon, this planet is our book and we only have one. Look after the earth and it will look after you. Save this book for generations to come.
Once upon a time there was a little girl called Luna, she sat in the church yard. It was a grim and dark place. But her house was next to the church, it called to her in a way! The grave that her nanny was buried under was undug!
She peered inside and there was a key and a note!
It said: This is the key to the…
Church. On the 5th of October, at midnight, ring the bell 12 times…
And the next person sat on the leather chair, looked at the field, her beautiful daughter by her side, wind rustling in the trees.
Calm, joyous, at peace at last.
But she didn’t read the last entry.
Just like everyone else.
And moved on to ancient Greek myths made from recycled materials.
Two friends stood together wondering what was next. Is this just a trail through a garden or is there magic under their feet?
Strange whispers pierce the sounds of the trees and told them it was time to leave. The next door they see is a time portal and she wanted to go back and the other forwards - how can they choose?
And I put on the glasses and found I could see less well than before.
AGONY/ECSTACY
And the lost queen dragon warrior appeared.
We had followed her journey over land and sea and through the cosmos.
More and more sleep, stay free and love forever.
She didn’t want to turn around. There was something there, but she didn’t know whether is was good or evil. She only knew that the hairs on the back of her neck were getting very agitated.
It was evil. It was Keir Starmer and he has just been elected as Prime Minister. ‘We’re all doomed’.
His inability to say no, landed him in a succession of increasingly bizarre adventures. More cake and kissing please.
And now he has been found out, incapable of truth, lies all lies!
Although you’re tiny small.
I will always let you walk the world.
But beware, should your feet betray your balance. Demons await below in an infernal dance.
Fake news abounds says the pixie, not doomed or drowning but peace and kindness always prevails.
The children ran through the forest laughing at their parent’s sombre faces – then out of the clouds came a large space ship…
I have travelled a long way. I look upon my journey so far…
He thought to himself as he gazed out on the scene before him..
