This is a site that embraces my major interests, writing, cruising the French waterways, books and photography. So you take your pick, whatever your particular interest, by selecting one of the pages across the header bar above.

Posted July 13, 2015 by janyceresh. The day time ran out. In that instant it appeared that all the air had been vacuumed out of the room. I could not breathe nor could I comprehend the magnitude of the raw emotion that I felt.

Everything here is made up from my story loving mind. Day 8 Helms Old Shed in the Wood. 2015 A to Z .

Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner. He can only speak in poetry.

Creating a home anywhere in the world. Welcome to my blog, Its lovely to have you here! I am Chioma and I like to think of myself as an avid reader and a non-biased writer. Prior to moving I considered myself adventurous, REALITY check? What are my ideologies? I am a strong advocate for maintaining balance and modesty in every area of life. Some of my stories for children.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017. After 30 Missed Calls from Mom, when panic creeps in and you confess the truth. Sorry Mom, I was drunk out of my head when I built that track-road. For a moment she is fine, then she sees the rail-road whatever. I am grounded for a week. This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. Every night, when the village sleeps, this old dilapidated building comes to life. Searching for the man to whom she lost her heart.

Reflections on this topsy turvy life. Chasing The Dragon Under The Bridge. I glance at the clock, grab some notes from my purse. I head towards the door, then hesitate. I race down and wait beneath the bridge trembling. The silver Renault pulls up. Again, I dither; Aaron would still be alive if only I had beaten this.