My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot

I must say, and I really must for this is my own internal monologue, that the afternoons were certainly beginning to get cold.Not cold as in quiet days of shivered toes jumping under the doona with a good crime novel, but the kind of cold that snaps grass into frost and adds a weight to … Continue reading My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot →

The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant

Left corner just by the fridge: the aspidistra sits quietly, an undying phoenix of pot plant regalia and evergreen staple of apartment decor; this plant, though never truly blending into its position, has been shuffled across the many diffrent corners, of hundres of apartments, more frequently than a game of chess played with only one … Continue reading The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant →

To Filt in the Waining Sun

The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun →

Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool!

The beautiful rolling grass fields of Myrtleford were dappled with an extra lushness after the morning rain. Clouds, still grey overhead, ambled through the sky above the quiet village nestled within the grasslands of Western Stallinger. Waking to the dew of a typical Autumn morning, Captain Roland Longsmithe let out a satisfied yawn and resolved … Continue reading Look o’yer the hill ye’ fool! →