purplesimon
Blog URL http://purplesimon.blogspot.com
Located London, London United Kingdom
Tags fiction, poetry, writing, short stories
I've been known to, on occasion, put fingers to keyboard and bash out some very average fiction. You can read it here, but you probably shouldn't.
Latest Blog Posts
- Five A’s on Nov 8, 2009
Among the clothes of trees, tossed asideAll in heaps of brittle ingots,A lone flower; petal sentinel.A memory. A scar.A mark.for Suzanne...
- The Sight Of Silence on May 9, 2009
Stop. Just listen. You may need to hold your breath, the walls here in this apartment are thicker than your average 8-year old (if you believe the tabloids). Did you hear it? Footsteps; slippers on carpet. I can discern the static click as the man sh...
- 7 Things on Feb 25, 2009
This short piece is in response to a request from Caffeine Goddess whose blog you really should read. You can follow her on Twitter, too.Some of this is fiction, the seven listed items are fact (with some fiction rolled in to keep the thread going).
- Can Of Worms on Dec 5, 2008
I didn’t need to notice the brooding clouds that tipped over the tops of the surrounding cliffs like peeping Toms to know that my chase my futile – or that I was in trouble. I was never going to catch Jack; not only was he faster than me at clamb...
- I (Re)Opened A Can Of Worms on Nov 26, 2008
I didn’t need to notice the brooding clouds that tipped over the tops of the surrounding cliffs like peeping Toms to know that my chase my futile – or that I was in trouble. I was never going to catch Jack; not only was he faster than me at clamb...
- I Opened A Can Of Worms on Oct 8, 2008
I didn’t need to notice the brooding clouds that tipped over the tops of the surrounding cliffs like peeping Toms to know that my chase my futile – or that I was in trouble. I was never going to catch Jack; not only was he faster than me at clamb...
- A Starting Point on Oct 2, 2008
I knew that following Bill up the hill was a mistake; he was far fitter than I have ever been and before too long he’d disappeared over the nearest summit while I was struggling to catch my breath. I was bent over a large boulder, my hacking cough...
