Observations of The Urban Spaceman

"Mr. Jones next door just bought a Bentley," Keith told his wife. "That's nice, dear," she said. Keith went out and bought an Aston Martin.

Magpies and humans collecting shiny baubles crow over their wealth Today is the first official day of 12 Months of Writing! This haiku came about when I was walking home from...

Sanjay grumbled to himself as he followed the path of the stream. The water echoed him in solidarity, a soft grumble of water against bedrock. Each river spoke with its own...

Tom fiddled with the small dial labelled 'red', tweaking it millimetre by millimetre until the sky's hue was a more pleasing shade of deep pink. Everyone thought Atmospheric Controller was a...

As described in my last post, I'm setting myself (and inviting others to join) a writing challenge designed to stretch unused writing muscles and limber up the creativity. Each month a...

To try and give myself some structure and get back into the swing of writing, I'm going to get myself a pair of training wheels. And a safety helmet. Maybe one...

Gulls cried raucously above as they journeyed to their nesting place. Below, field mice scurried amongst autumn's detritus. And perched atop the bare, limestone cliffs between above and below, was she...

Cloaked in darkness, I stared out through the window of the crumbling tower. The years had not been kind to this place; nor to me. The weather of time had eaten...

There was something a little different about the newest coffee shop in town. Something odd that Mia couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Excuse me, Madam President, but it's time." At Naomi's whispered prompt, the world's first female president tucked the well-creased piece of paper bearing her own handwriting into her breast pocket and squared...