11.59. It was Christmas Eve and the Sheridan household was decorated accordingly. The fine pine tree stood proudly in the corner, adorned with tinsel that twinkled in the lights that accompanied it around the branches. The usual trimmings hung from the walls and ceilings, including a "Merry Christmas" draped above the doorway of the lounge. … Continue reading Change
I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away... and I'm dead. It has been a long time since I decided to sit down and post to my blog - one post … Continue reading There Is Life After Death
It fell. This white hell. I was sure it was warm yesterday. I bought new shoes, In preparation of this expected hue. I step onto the fragile sheet, It starts to crack beneath my feet. I was sure it was warm yesterday. At first, My steps, Are good, Gripped. I was sure it was warm … Continue reading Slipping
Hey, remember me? The dashboard tells me it has been eight months since I last posted in this blog. That feels incorrect. I know it is correct but when time passes it doesn't feel like that time has passed. Why do we say that? I hate clichés but using that idea is the only way I can … Continue reading Do You Remember The Last Time?
The biggest thing I have noticed about my little nephew staying over at the family home, is the amount of waste little toddlers are involved with. Of course, the biggest waste is in their nappies which, at times, has left the downstairs bin smelling even worse than a bin already should. You expect this and … Continue reading Waste Intervention
"You seem different on Twitter than you are in person." This is Lee Savery typing these words on the blog titled "Lee Savery - Writer". I know that it is I, who goes by that name, but what does that even mean any more? I recently changed my bio on Twitter from the "Graduate writer" blah … Continue reading Who Am I?
https://twitter.com/Leegend90/status/574954525674639360 Wow, has it really been TWO MONTHS since my last correspondence? Usually I try to write something down at least once a month on the blogosphere - of course, you the regular reader will know this. I guess that gives you an idea of where I am at in terms of writing anything at the … Continue reading There Is No Escaping
I remember a year after I graduated, a kind lady from the alumni office asked me what I was doing at the time. She seemed as disappointed as if she was my own mother.
I wrote in my last post how my Uncle just wants to enjoy Christmas. So I come for my visit today to find a tree has been put up. "They're all moaning at me," he says.
It is nice having dreams. A dream is an escape from the reality which you, usually, have total control of. The chaos of life may get you down but you can have a comforting moment as you go off into the slumber. Of course, you can have more realistic dreams that relate to career aspirations … Continue reading The Curse of Dreams