An Ordinary Day
It was a perfectly normal day. No lightning, no thunder, no ghastly premonitions of unfolding horror. Instead, the sun shone through the window, and the mother cradled her new child.
“What shall we call him?” the father asked, holding one of the other children.
“Adolf.”
He nodded, “Good name.”
By Grant
For The Boys
They looked at each other with hollow eyes. The muddy trench was filled with the remains of their regiment. Above them, the bullets whistled past.
“What d’ya say boys?”
“We goin’ over again?”
“For King and country!”
“Forget king and country, for the Boys!”
Cheering, they surged over the top.
By Grant
Bleak Christmas
Christmas came early that year. Or at least the snows did.
The snows.
They buried the fields, drowned the streets, and blanketed the houses.
It was too cold for many, too little food for most. Jamestown, the New World, was cold, unforgiving.
Summer, and the ships, almost came too late.
By Grant
City of Water
The waves rode up higher and higher each time they struck the beach, and those who fell when the earth first shook were washed away.
Lysander watched in horror as the temples and towers collapsed around him.
Hundreds tried to flee, but Atlantis was falling, taking them all with her.
By Grant
Wait, What?
Lancelot and Guinevere froze, caught in their moment of weakness.
“What the hell’s going on?” Arthur stormed, ripping the blanket off the bed.
“We… we… ah…”
“Darling, it’s nothing…!”
Arthur looked from one to the other, disappointment in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you ask me to join you?”
…
…
“Wait… what?”
The Beginning of The End
The pillared hall was swamped with a riot of noises, colours and smells. Smoke drifted over the revellers, making Hector feel as if he was in a dream.
“The lady Helen!” the announcer called, and all eyes turned to see the legendary beauty enter.
Beside him, Hector’s brother Paris gasped.
By Grant
A Painter’s Pains
“Do i really have to sit while you paint me again, Leo?”
“Yes, Lisa, but smile this time! You always look so sad!”
“Oh, fine, but i never know where to look!”
“Oh, stop moaning, Lisa, and sit down, only a few more sits and I’ll be finished…”
By Grant
It Starts
The sky crackled above me in the night, lightning streaking across the clouded dome. I watched, fascinated, as the rain began to pour down. This was no ordinary rain, but a veritable flood. After such a long drought, now this…
I suddenly wondered: ‘Maybe Noah had been right all along…’
By Grant
