Ageing Stories

Some people are afraid of getting old. Thea is afraid of staying young. For thirteen years she has been running. New cities. New names. New lives. Always moving before anyone notices that she never changes. Never ages. Never grows old. She was 25 when it happened. She is 38 now. She still looks exactly the same. When a photograph surfaces and a message arrives from someone who knew her before ... someone who remembers her face ... Thea's carefully constructed world begins to crack. And as the truth starts to unravel she realises the secret of why she stopped aging is far darker than she ever imagined. Some gifts come with a price. And The Fold always collects.

She loved Mondays. They were not filled with exams, tests and summary learning like the rest of the week. She spent it with her mom. She was already eight years old, but her body's metabolic age was fifteen years old. It was estimated that Jenny's emotional maturity fell somewhere in between. That's why for several moths she had been allowed to join her mom in going to the city. Of course, she still couldn't make friends with anyone outside. Not until her quickened growth ceases and no one will be able to distinguish her from a normal person. People still kept to frown on human cloning. Scientists called him "their client." When he was in the laboratory, he usually asked scientists about her progress. Although you could rather call it their progress on her. Then he talked to her briefly. When she was younger, he asked her about her knowledge and understanding of the world. Recently, he started telling her about her original. Comparing them. Although, no, comparing is not the right term. Because he's never noticed any differences between them... WARNINGS: A bit of violence, maybe some trauma

This is one of a number of 200-word short stories a friend and I started writing as a weekly project a few months back. We send one another a story every week - any subject but it mustn't be longer than 200 words. My day is Thursday. "Id" is the latest of mine. It talks about the vanishing of ego that we experience as we grow older, the loss of the certainty that we are somehow 'special' instilled by our parents from birth, and the fears that simply melt away the longer we experience life. Some of these 200-word stories are inspired my pictures, and if that's the case, I'll publish the photo as the cover art. This one came out of no where. Feedback would be great if you have the time.

This is my letters to Death, Time and Love for the Wattpad Romance profile. My letters are inspired by the movie Collateral Beauty. Collateral Beauty is released in cinemas December 16th, 2016

A rare Non-Fiction Piece- A Reflection about a place that in my childhood meant a lot to me, only for time to add darkness to my once Eden

Losing your faculties as you age is one thing, but how do you manage when you have Alzheimer's disease as well? George copes the only way he knows how.

A favourite place and a request.

In the beautiful countryside of rural Ireland, the two friends continue their search for 'The Vale of Mist.' Unexpected encounters with a policeman, a priest, and a ghostly apparition enliven this gentle tale.

Stepping out on midsummer's morning. The friends reminisce about their school days as they embark on their most ambitious walk yet. Admiring the natural world and discussing their philosophy of life they enjoy the longest day of the year.

Themes of isolation, the inability/unwillingness to connect, and old age are sketched.

A compilation of poems.