“Well done Mr. Jones.” The voice was mocking. “And you are?” I said knowing full well who it was. It was the only thing I could think to say

Farrell sat there reflecting on how the grease paint felt the first time he had applied it all those years ago. It tingled his skin,..

The following poem was written in April of 2023, which is National Poetry month. I collected all the poems from April and assembled them...

In our pursuit of constant connectivity, let's not lose sight of the irreplaceable value of human disconnectedness.

"No, sweetheart, I'm not an angel. I'm just someone who wanted to make sure you were okay." She then turned her attention back to Eddie,

Upon touching the statue, a familiar chill ran from her head to her toes, similar to the feeling she'd had with the man the day before.

Lifting his gaze, Eddie noticed Colin a short distance away. His son was the centre of his world, and when he thought of Colin, the world...

"You can never have too much detail," she murmured to herself. "Unless you're in a Stephen King novel," she added with a wry smile.

"Hey, Dom, you're right. Something is bothering me," Eddie admitted. "I'm all ears," Dom said, raising both hands behind his ears.

On the other side of town, Pernita Russell awoke with a terrible fright on Thursday morning. She had dreamt of a boy being abducted from a..

Eddie bolted awake, his body bathed in sweat, shaken from a deep slumber. The same recurring dream had been tormenting him twice a week...

Greetings! In the midst of National Guitar Month, National Autism Awareness Month, and various other noteworthy observances, April shines...

“Hey, hey, what’s with all the tears?” She pulled her head away and looked away. He didn’t push it.

“Hey, before you get to sleep, what do you call a bug on the moon?” “Oh, I don’t know, out of luck perhaps.” “Well yes, but no. It’s a ..."

“Not cool man! Very not cool.” “Right, got it. No foot massages.” “I didn’t say that. If I know it’s coming, I can prepare for that.”

C’mon, take a bite.” “Off the same spoon? Only couples do that.” “Well, you are one, and I am one, but together we make two"...

“Did you think it was a gun or something? It’s a selfie stick. I keep the gun under the front seat of the car."

“I need to tell you something.” Her tone was serious. There was hesitation, or perhaps caution in the way she made her statement.

Hallam broke the silence with a soft whistle. The car radio softly played In the Air Tonight. Hallam played air drums alongside Phil Collins

So, is it a generation gap or selective memory? Perhaps it's a bit of both. Our memories tend to highlight the positive aspects of our past