Moleskine Pages- Babies Don't Grow On Trees

Nothing much to say about this one except feel free to make up your own stories and find your own interpretations if you are so inclined.

Moleskine Pages- No Man's Land

She delivered him without medical assistance. She couldn't help it, he was helpless, hopeless and soft in the middle. He was happy to float in her orbit. He had faith she'd always save him.

Moleskine Pages- Tony Soprano

His hands were hotter than hell, but his eyes were chips of icy flint. His power meant he never needed to show his living, beating heart. When he bled into her reality, she just changed the channel.

Moleskine Pages - It Never Stops

The old boys sat in judgement on every action. Their hair grey with the dust of ages. It never stops.

Moleskine Pages- "Just A Little Bit"

" Just a little bit" he said. I still, decades later, can't figure out what exactly he wanted from me.

I was thirteen, walking to school with my older sister Sue. We lived in Baghdad, Iraq at the time. First period was to be a biology test so I was already nervous, irritable and full of teenage bile. This weirdo in pyjama bottoms kept cycling past, disappearing then coming back again. Each time getting a little closer. We took no notice as we were used to being pestered by men, that is pretty much the norm for any female living in the Middle East. I heard him clear his throat so I turned to look at him. He was less than two feet away from me when he said:" Please, just a little bit!". As I was digesting his strange words I noticed his erect penis was stretched out across his handle bars. I was caught between absolute horror and deep fascination, this was a monster! I never realised they could be that big. At this point I felt my sister pulling me away towards someone's open gates to ask for help. He cycled off pretty quick after that. For the rest of the school year he would appear every now and then but by that time my sister and I were pretty Blase' about the whole thing and just ignored him. But his words have stayed in my mind. A little bit of what exactly?

Moleskine Pages - In The Lonely Place

I was a ghost patiently waiting in the lonely place where souls mill around before they are born. He tried his best to keep me there...nowhere...

Thatcher's Boy

We did what we were told to stop the shadows metastasizing into solid black. Those who joined them beat us...for now...

Moleskine Pages- Divine Magic

Like a divine magician she'd pull sparks of life out of the ether...or in her case, out of her living flesh. She was dangerous, she was electric with the need to outrun his bullets and deflect his greedy gaze. He was illiterate in all her languages except one.

Moleskine Pages- He Feeds Me Well

He saw himself as a nurturer, a feeder. She didn't see herself at all. He was easy to please.

Moleskine pages- A Prelude To a Famine

The feast was a prelude to a famine. She was unknowingly their mother, their muse and their dessert. Music filled the fresh clean air. She was happy that they were happy. As evening fell, and the birds went quiet, a pathetic fallacy unraveled as the rhythms spelled out what couldn't be said.

Moleskine Pages - Silent Grief

I had the solution to problems not yet encountered. But as the floods came, I just watched in silent grief.