Intentions of Originator

A small post about the aim of this blog, which I’ve kept pinned to the top.
I have been writing a bit since school. Mostly poems, sometimes a few descriptive passages. But they remained relegated to the pages of a notebook, or sometimes … More Intentions of Originator

The Perfect Machine

It is a dank and chilly winter morning and not quite yet daylight at this airbase situated on the outskirts of a small town in the heart of the country. Helmets held underarm, the pair of pilots stride purposefully towards their bird perched patiently on the helipad … More The Perfect Machine

Homeward Bound

Fifty Five… Sixty… Sixty Five… Sixty Five. Keeping the speedo needle at sixty five miles an hour, he held the throttle grip steady with his wrist. The vibrations in the handlebars at that speed were as much as he could tolerate comfortably. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the shrubs and grass … More Homeward Bound

The Tambourine Man

I was seated in my study that afternoon, dreading the visit of my publisher’s agent. You see, after serving in the war I had decided to become a writer, considering that writing was something peaceful and sufficiently removed from the intense environment which was a consequence of my previous profession. My first novel had done … More The Tambourine Man