“Excuse me, Sherlock, but there’s this insistent fellow from a place called ‘WordPress’ who’s been hounding me about a missing ‘blogger’. I don’t understand what he’s talking about, but could you see to him?”
It was a dark and stormy night.
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?
May Day, May Day, May Day!
Clematis. A flower, a vine, a celebration of spring and summer that on the face of it seems lovely, and pure, and innocent. Little do you know…
I wondered, for a few seconds, if I was dreaming.
Looking out at the wall, a sea of arms looked back at me, waving. Each arm showing shades of grey, corpse-like, yet animated. Was this for real, or a nightmare? Continue reading “Acts of Deception”
What do you do when on a “vacation” dedicated explicitly to photography?
They call it The Glen of Tears.
Located in a treeless valley, steep cliffs on either side, its rugged beauty belies a historical incident of such treachery its infamy lives on, 325 years later.