I contemplated publishing this short story for a long time, but a very good friend of mine reminded me today that I should embrace my creative writing again and get back into it, without the fears of publishing the unexpected (and possibly the shocking). This short story was inspired by a painting http://heidiyardley.com/w/light-possession-2009 : Dreams made Flesh 2009 Artist: Heidi Yardley. Never be afraid of what you compose, as our deepest darkest emotions can create somet

Winston Manor - LONDON March 1832 -1- As a new day dawned over London, it brought a traditionally overcast sky full of clouds, fog and light sun rays with it. A melancholic mood seemed to seep through the town’s servant quarters inside their manors, as busy butlers were beginning to wind up all the grandfather clocks that would act as a timeline for the servitude the staff would provide their masters that day. The upper-class society was already sitting in their comfortable d

Prologue Winston Manor - LONDON February 1832 While London's streets seeped soot through its gutters and drain pipes, rain splintered the morning air. Early workers shuffled around preparing for the day ahead, as local harlots returned home from the previous evening’s work. And as the lower class began its day, several blocks away in a much more upper class area of St James, two twin brothers were locked away in their study, procrastinating while staring at raindrops dripping

This is a quirky short fiction story I wrote at a time in my life where I was asking myself the question of 'who am I' these days. After having two amazing children, I felt lost as to what I wanted to do with my life. It began as a serious piece but as I wrote more, it ended up more of a comedy piece which I hope you all enjoy because what followed for me after this was a double degree at university in my mid 30s. The saying, it's never too late certainly rings true for me.

This short story was inspired by a screenplay I wrote. Having lost family to the Holocaust, I'm always inspired to write about this subject. After I finished the screenplay, my story of two Jewish brothers continued to burn in me, so I took another turn with it and visualised a few scenes which were untold and I came up with two different short stories which actually created one story from two different points of view. The first is is from the younger brother's point, remembe