Author: Steve

A collection of my writing. Some is in the raw as written from the idea. Quite literally bashed out on the keyboard, no grammar punctuation or other literary rules, self amusement, a desire to share. I left school with absolutely no qualifications, my only formal training  at 68 years of age was two eight week…

A writing exercise from school Un edited as written. Food, I hated cabbage. I remember so clearly the first time I ate green vegetables without feeling sick, I was seventeen. My mother who I must add that I love dearly learnt all her culinary skills from her mother, so there was a lot of history…

From Mons, France, 11 November 1918, 09:25 A light, gentle snow is falling over the khaki-clad men standing in the farmyard they have used as a billet these past three months; however, the ground is still too warm for it to settle. As I watch from the comfort of the farmer’s living room, it is…

Village life. You have decided to move to the country. Many hours trawling the interweb, estate agents’ many miles in the car until you found it, the little white cottage with roses creeping across the walls, mature well-established gardens front and rear. Deals done moving van booked you are on your way to your own…

And I spent three years at university for this. The perpetual line of disappointment was running through my mind again as I lifted my grubby white lab coat from its hook on the door that accessed the classroom. Shrugging of my jacket, fawn tweed with brown leather patches to cover the thread bare elbows. The…

I set myself an exercise in descriptive writing   Without any warning the thin wooden door was flung open, flooding our space with the bright searing light of day, and streaming straight onto our eyes, but we couldn’t even blink our work was about to begin. It was the same every day, it would always…