A nightly visitor
A little horror story written in the form of a sonnet. Hope it gives you goosebumps. He walks in dreadful smell of rotten meat Decaying bodies follows him to sleep […]
A little horror story written in the form of a sonnet. Hope it gives you goosebumps. He walks in dreadful smell of rotten meat Decaying bodies follows him to sleep […]
My second entry in 100 word challenge for grownups. The prompt is … It can’t be that time…. Given we are getting close to Halloween, I have decided to use […]
I’m walking home across the moonlit heath To warmth of cottage yet another mile Oh, save me from the werewolf’s claw and teeth And other hellish critter bad and vile […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis