Watching

    The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow across the pavement, its light pooling in uneven patches like spilled oil. Beneath it, she stood, oblivious to the eyes that followed her. Her name was Eleanor, though he didn’t know that yet. Not officially. He’d heard it once, in passing, when her friend called […]

The Mourning of a Neglectful Love

    I sit at my kitchen table, the same one where we used to share hurried breakfasts and late-night confessions, now staring at the empty chair across from me. The silence is deafening, not because the room is quiet, but because it lacks the familiar cadence of his voice, his laughter, even his indifference. […]

Watching

    The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow across the pavement, its light pooling in uneven patches like spilled oil. Beneath it, she stood, oblivious to the eyes that followed her. Her name was Eleanor, though he didn’t know that yet. Not officially. He’d heard it once, in passing, when her friend called […]

20 Cries of the Victim

  We do not think of ourselves as victims, to do so would be weak and we are not weak. You are. We are better than you. We do however feel put upon, hard done by and persecuted and it is you that does these things in order to victimise us. Evidencing our legendary double […]

Victim or Volunteer – Part 2

  The devaluation. People often regard this as one complete stage that follows the glorious seduction of the golden period. It is in fact made up of two parts. First comes the stranger period. It is so called because to you it seems like you are dealing with somebody completely different to the person that […]