Could the real-life Leatherface please stand up! — Trigger Warnings: Horror, Murder, Serial Killers — Whether I am looking for a creepy book to read, a big (or small) budget cinematic thrill, the intense build up of a dark TV series, or an unsettlingly atmospheric video game experience, as a big fan of horror media,Continue reading “Nothing To Fear But The Truth”
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It’s Been A Hot Minute
Since I’ve Been Gone…! I do not quite know how to start this, my first post in just over a year and a half… I could start with an apology. To you, whoever you might be, when reading this – perhaps you enjoyed my previous posts and have wondered why I am so quiet, orContinue reading “It’s Been A Hot Minute”
Are Childless Women Condemned to be ‘Less Than Real Women’?
Pronatalism, Womanhood and Transphobia Trigger Warning for Sexism, Transphobia, Childlessness, Bullying, Harassment, etc. So, I learned about something new recently that has made my little brain-cogs twist and turn. It’s something that I was aware of, and I am sure will come as no surprise to many people. But I did not realise actually hadContinue reading “Are Childless Women Condemned to be ‘Less Than Real Women’?“
Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 3 of 3)
‘Ok. I reckon this is a drill, but lets act like it is real, ok?’ The unit nods, there is no doubt that, for now at least, Aeythi is their self-appointed leader. ‘This is what we do. Sergeant Ptrro went to the com-tent some time ago and has not returned. My conclusion would be, ifContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 3 of 3)”
Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 2 of 3)
Negari Aeythi is considered by many to be the most mature boy in his unit. To say that this is an achievement is really to over-estimate the abilities of the others, though, who more closely resemble a pack of feral dire-wolves than a cohesive Ghnootu fighting squad. This is unsurprising. Born out of a needContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 2 of 3)”
Poem For Ukraine (Poem 25.2.22)
A tribute to the brave men and women of a beautiful country. The Breadbasket is burning…It wasn’t built to withstand tanksand gunsand missiles;A rich and fruitful historyis woven into its very fabric –a noble people reapedlike the harvests they sowed. Lies, layer upon layer upon layer…a reverse-styled nesting dollwhereevery layer is biggerevery layer is thicker,everyContinue reading “Poem For Ukraine (Poem 25.2.22)”
Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 1 of 3)
To the Ghnootu people of Alww Eitbhe, there is one overriding principle to which everyone is expected to contribute: family. In any given circumstance, and for whatever reason, the needs of the family come first and foremost. Yet the family structures are unconventional, even for those in the Alw star system as a whole. TheContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 1 of 3)”
I Want To Give You Flowers (Poem: 21.6.21)
Today marks my fifth wedding anniversary with my beautiful wife Helen, and so I thought it appropriate to share this poem that I wrote last summer for her. She’s my best friend, my soulmate and the best person I will ever meet! I want to give you flowers,at the beginning of the day;To show myContinue reading “I Want To Give You Flowers (Poem: 21.6.21)”
The Garden 2.0
There are many gardens, but mine is my own! (Poem: 9.5.20) The red rose charms,While colourless blendsOf spectral existentialDread spreads,Aimlessly, an affrontTo the very natureThat it reflectsIn a helix podOf chaotic ennui. Seen anew,A flawless seed disarmsThe very fabric of time,Unassailing in itsIrreverence and blitheDismissal of realityThat crops up,Unexpectedly,From the farm in mind. The fruitsContinue reading “The Garden 2.0”
The Mad Chameleon
My mental health companion…! (Poem: 11.6.2020) The afternoon was grim, and grey,while walking down a country road;lost in thoughts of recent days,my movements hunched with heavy load. Announced beneath oppressive clouds,That beat the mighty sun,At last, by throwing back his shroud,I met the Mad Chameleon. — ‘Hark!’ said he,‘Good day my sweet,How lovely that weContinue reading “The Mad Chameleon”
AHF Writes 