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You make dust from sand - 17th January 2018

Each night shift I usually head out for my second coffee at around 10.30pm.  Obviously, there’s no coffee shops open but luckily the OTR service stations are 24/7 – their catchphrase is ‘We never close’.  732 more words

2018

in Durness churchyard, Sutherland

Here doth lye the bodie

Of John Flye, who did die

By a stroke from a sky-rocket,

which hit him in the eye-socket.

Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers; Edinburgh, 1990

Graveyard

New Year #4

This is where the Jones’s bones are burried below, I suppose…

Pictures

Graveyard Update

So it’s been a while since I’ve done a post on the graveyard status.  Not much has changed since mid-November.  To my knowledge, the last 2 buses to be retired were 871 and 916 on November 12, 2017.  212 more words

VIA Metropolitan Transit

This is Morganna, goddess that ruled Autumn Court in my story If Gods Can Bleed. One of these days, I might be able to redraw her with her tattoos.

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Art

The Most Incredible Nothing (Part 4)

To read this story from the beginning, click on the stories tab! 

Before Elijah could reply, a terrible sensation of ice shooting through his veins stole his breath. 919 more words

Writing

a COLD DARK NIGHT at the GRAVEYARD

SORCERY DIRT

We gathered together under the Coldness of a Dark Moon Night

As we entered into the GraveYard we sprinkled a mixture of

Mullein… 379 more words

WITCHCRAFT