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Genesis of ThoughtGenesis of ThoughtEven now, as I sit at her funeral, I can't help but think back to all the little quirks that made Hannah, Hannah. It's strange to think back on it all, since I'm a firm believer that had Hannah not created these wild stories about her family, I wouldn't have begun to question life the way I do now, and indeed, I probably wouldn't have the well paid job I have now; though this is probably a mere connection I have made through hindsight. Even now, whenever I'm sat alone and allowing my thoughts to wander, one name always returns to me: Hannah's infamous Auntie Nels.Now, when Auntie Nels as she was always referred to, no one actually knew her real name came to stay, we'd hear about it for weeks before the event, and then weeks preceding it; and yet, in the twenty years I knew Hannah, I never once met this Aunt of hers. It's possible that this wondrous woman never even existed, and that she was merely created off a whim. Indeed, it's also possible t
Photograph Chapter OnePhotograph Chapter One'A simple black and white photograph can bring the colour back into your life.'As he stepped up to the pepper-coloured terraced house, he glanced behind him to see the police squad car drive away. They were everywhere now, following his every move; following him to ensure he would never commit the same diabolical crime again. A crime he couldn't remember committing.Jacob was a victim of amnesia. During his ten years imprisonment he had suffered a brutal attack, leaving him in a coma for half of his sentence. As a consequence, he lost all recollection of events preceding the incident. His family, consisting of only a mother and sister, had abandoned him; the shame Jacob had brought on the family by committing his crime was too great, leaving him alone with barely any money to make ends meet.The police had found him this house and had set up the initial funding for it, and would continue to pay for the property until he found suitable work;
DolphinDolphinThe dazzling dolphin dives down,Into the deep blue sea.Its rubbery skin slides through the waves,Like a knife cutting through cake.It is the queen of the ocean.Its majestic call,Echoes through the sea.It jumps,Again and again,Showing off its skills.Then a voice cries:"Well done Flipper! Well done!"
My SisterMy SisterA loud squawker,A big talker.An annoying thing,A bee sting.A lousy fighter,A good biter.All to make my sister.
Carefree LullabyCarefree LullabyFloating along on the cool spring breezeI hear the soft singing of a child.Following the sound, I watch the babeAs she dances around the flowers.A smile caresses her face, and her eyes twinkleWith the love of her voice.I dance with her, blessing her song withThe lyrics of my carefree lullaby.