I am afraid that what I love is dying. I am afraid that love is dying. So we march on, soldiers against the tide, borne ceaselessly back into the past by the knowledge that to be tamed is death and a life without passion is worse.
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Stories by Dorian Earnshaw
Juniper Berries
I had a second draft of this sitting in my bag for around 2 or 3 months and I never could bring myself to giv...
Cancer
One of my colleagues has cancer. I look up to her a lot. It was an honour when she asked me to take over one...
Lizzy and Gael in the Woods
An extract from a novel I am writing. A young boy leads her older sister around the woods.
