The Overseer For The Lord.
The idiot in the village, some five hundred years ago amidst the foul stench of what was known as the village. The abhorrent stench of everyday life was on the…
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The idiot in the village, some five hundred years ago amidst the foul stench of what was known as the village. The abhorrent stench of everyday life was on the…
The incoming tides and what they brought to the shore everything was ethereal and unexpected, by the minute, by the hour, by the day, upon the mainland church, bells were…
God Given Air How much happier I would have been just to enjoy the God given air, I had been given for life, no searching endlessly for truths that never…
Ever deeper underground beyond the throne of the sound of the great Pack Roar lay unforgiving landscapes so far under, one would think or believe that there would be a…
Was my father an Alien, I had recently been daydreaming whilst walking upon a wartime woodland track a very potholed road. All manner of visions can be brought inward especially…