Author: Brian_Armour

  • Twinkle

    It was the night before Christmas; all was quiet, except for the sound of a little mouse. Twinkle wasn’t a pretend mouse, a fluffy mouse, or a cartoon mouse; he was a real live mouse who might chew his way through the skirting board; which he was doing right now. Before Twinkle left for his…

  • The Visible Woman

    Jeanette Merqua’s alarm clock set for seven a.m. broke the silence of her apartment. With a groan, she pulled an arm from beneath the covers, and without lifting her head from the pillow, shut it up with a smack. She lay inert for several more minutes, enjoying the post-slumber warmth of her bed, before she…

  • Travels in Cyberspace

    I thought I might share my experiences with writing sites to begin with. The first I joined (for free) was called Urbis.com. I don’t know if you know it. It was created by a fellow called Steve Spargo (who actually got to the cover of Esquire Magazine) and run by he and his sister. It…

  • جادو، سحر، سحر اميز.فرش ، قالي ، زيلو.

    Clyde the mad guitarist from Mackay had joined the house. There was plenty of room; it was a large old Victorianate two storey place on a corner in Summer Hill with big spacious rooms with nine foot ceilings and bay windows. Everyone knew Clyde through Jim’s brother, so it wasn’t a problem – he was…

  • Intrepid go we into time

    Intrepid go we into time With nary a wrinkle nor worry Seeing no further than our tread We take the next step without dread No telling might happen the invisible hand of fate be seen Just before too late next full instants loom new uncountable futures bloom Beyond where dust settles and shoes wear thin,…