It pays to wear the crown, with Jewells of times gone by.

Diamonds sewn into the fabric, made from those who died.

It pays to wear the crown, and smile at the passing crowds.

They don’t see what goes on beneath, you want to scream out loud.

It pays to wear the crown, the velvet crushing your skull.

The weight of responsibility, a life so empty it’s almost always dull.

It pays to wear the crown, I’...

Well at this point I have absolutely no idea what to do next or where on earth I’m supposed to summon the courage to speak to two thousand people when I have a fear of public speaking. Maybe because I’m in a different body it might help? Maybe that will make me less scared and paranoid about getting up on stage and spitting out words and bumbling phrases to people who have paid good money for this...

Shit! Who the hell has got the jar? It can’t have been Clive he was with me the whole time. Could it have been any of the others?

I only hid the key in the jar for the party because I thought there was enough fucking cake around that no one would be reaching for an old cookie jar with left over digestives from god knows when in. I mean what sort of person goes for that over a red velvet birthday...

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

For I am worth the wind and rain when I decide to land.

I crash with power, I move like thunder. I am the coiling wind wrapping around your hand.

You feel my presence, your buckle in with fear. But when I arrive you will feel relief. The change in the weather you needed....

David had seen more crime scenes in his life than he’d like to admit, he was a workaholic with little to no life outside of the force. As a result he was the go to “on call” detective and was usually first on the scene once the police had called in suspicious circumstances. He had however, never been called to a Peat Bog to investigate a crime. So as he walked down the misty path at 5.45am on a dr...

I looked in the mirror and had to double take. I was staring at eyes I didn’t recognise, skin that had dulled to a jaundice colour in a matter of days. My eyes were the same shape, but the colour of my iris had changed to a mustard brown. It had been six days since I’d been bitten, and I could no longer deny they’d gotten me trapped this time. For years I’d carried round the antidote, and every ti...

The bus was busy, claustrophobic in fact. The seat I was sat on, if you can call it that, was the space between the bottom step of the bus exit and the backseat. Next to me was a bag of fish ready for the market. The smell was putrid but atleast distracting from the Spanish chatter. We were headed towards Tyrona national park, a place of tranquility and beautiful beaches. And yet I felt sick with ...