Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death

“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along

Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2

Mirror, Mirror on the wall.

“Have you ever seen a little child before a mirror? Do you notice how taken by the mirror they appear?”

Shana faced the room as her little boy tugged at her sleeve

How else can a melancholic get high?

“Babe, your magic potion is ready” cooed the heady aroma as it wafted sensuously round my room

I followed its trail. And allowed myself indulge in the fragrance. Then climbing out of bed, I shuffled back to the kitchen.