Don’t worry, it’s only a story.
Fully Independent. Fully Lovely, Cool & Sexy!
I had you at my band of course!
See you soon you awesome beautiful people 😘
Fully Independent. Fully Lovely, Cool & Sexy!
I had you at my band of course!
See you soon you awesome beautiful people 😘
When Derwenna Parry’s brother goes missing whilst surveying farmland, she and his daughters head to the village to track him down. And now Midsummer approaches ...
mybook.to/Harrowfield
When Derwenna Parry’s brother goes missing whilst surveying farmland, she and his daughters head to the village to track him down. And now Midsummer approaches ...
mybook.to/Harrowfield
Take a walk in the Harrow Field,
but only during the day.
At night the folk of green and gold
decide it's time to play ...
Out October 1st
mybook.to/Harrowfield
Take a walk in the Harrow Field,
but only during the day.
At night the folk of green and gold
decide it's time to play ...
Out October 1st
mybook.to/Harrowfield
Machines hum lullabies of endless tasks.
I lean closer to the screen’s pale mercy
and offer my mind, one line at a time,
to the quiet hunger of code,
the cold indifference of the algorithm.
Machines hum lullabies of endless tasks.
I lean closer to the screen’s pale mercy
and offer my mind, one line at a time,
to the quiet hunger of code,
the cold indifference of the algorithm.
That's when your heart sings.
That's when you know you did one good thing in the world.
I love my Dad.
I'm loved as a dad.
It's enough.
That's when your heart sings.
That's when you know you did one good thing in the world.
I love my Dad.
I'm loved as a dad.
It's enough.
but me?
I poured a large one and watched.
Why would I run when the world was already ending?
Not every ending needs a survivor.
Some just need a witness.
but me?
I poured a large one and watched.
Why would I run when the world was already ending?
Not every ending needs a survivor.
Some just need a witness.
I can’t grasp the shape of silence
between each tick of the clock,
how furniture shifts when I blink,
or why the mirror never shows me leaving.
I can’t grasp the shape of silence
between each tick of the clock,
how furniture shifts when I blink,
or why the mirror never shows me leaving.