Save me

Message in a bottle Charming, his dark brooding eyes captured her. He was a bad boy, he exuded sex appeal. Her innocence was no match, her lack of experience making her vulnerable, she was caught in a whirlwind of love at first sight, or so she thought, perhaps not, lust yes. She was captivated. He

The mirror cracked

She stared into the face of the stranger Vulnerable Innocent Walking calmly towards life Sometimes Hand in hand towards danger ? . Did she race through life Causing mayhem Creating strife . What encounters shaped her took her breath away made her heart beat faster pangs of loneliness did stir . She knew that face

I choose life

There is so much to say I can not hear your voice Break your silence Let us not whisper There is no longer any choice * Can I be your voice Share what’s in your heart I speak, I shout, on your behalf Lies and truths I shall impart * On your behalf I set

First contact

Peeking through the window his eyes wide, aghast or surprised? Both perhaps but that quickly turned to horror Aliens don’t exist Kyle. Granny’s words echoed around his head as the vision gurned at him through the bedroom window. However the face that gazed at him suggested this was not true. This small ruddy whitish face

Help save our world

With all the billions of dollars out there that we spend on nothing more than vanity, the money that seems to go everywhere else except for where it matters the most. I find it incredibly sad that we as humans have been given this incredible gift that we continue to abuse and throw away. I

Weirdos walkabout

We experienced the sport of Rogaining today. What’s that you ask? That’s a great question! The standard definition goes like this: – Rogaining is the sport of long distance cross-country navigation in which teams of two to five members visit as many checkpoints as possible in the specified time. Here in Victoria, Australia, rogaines are

The Book

January 12, excitedly the family moved into their new house. Yes it was old, perhaps little lacklustre, nothing that a coat of paint couldn’t fix, Jane mindfully making plans. It wasn’t perfect, who needed perfect, she thought. There needed to be changes to suit the family, in any case, it was going to be theirs.

The conductor

The alleyway was a totally different view by daylight. The sinister shadows taking their vengeance by dark, intimidating innocent passers by, were gone. Now the shadows loomed larger than life, playfully waiting, to participate in a dance, to a tune that was yet to be played. Not much action today, the watcher took a well

Magic set free

We once were magic We set it free Like a bird in an open cage It flew away, we let it be * * Where will it go Where will it land Can we get it back Will you again hold my hand * * Fly back to us through the air Like magic again