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No Love Lost – A Review

Love, such an emotive word so often swathed in sweetness and flowers when in reality the truth is so far from that.

Love can be cruel, passionate, lustful, devious, hurtful and many other emotions sometimes in singularity but more often in a mixed up mess so thoroughly blended together it is hard to know which is the principle motive for love.

No Love Lost is a collection of short stories, flash fiction and poetry which strips love of all it's pretence and shows it in all it's awful glory. There is not one piece here that does not belong, each one brings a new perspective to the collection.

I will admit that this subject is not my type of fiction but I cannot decry the writing, all is superb and enjoyable, each author wringing the last drop out of the subject.

Congratulations to Pankhearst and editor Kate Garrett for this collection of superb stories and poetry but not forgetting the writers who have shown a diversity of content that you will not find anywhere else.

You may feel that love is not your "thing" but take time to browse and read, you will be surprised at the depth and variety that make this collection so enjoyable.

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Beyond the Door

A downward spiral into the clutches of Daemons suits my mood and defines my future.

There is an exquisite moment in the removal of your flesh when pain becomes sublime pleasure and you hunger for each cut.

The body seeps blood while the soul weeps misery, together they congeal on the floor of life.

A blackness forms and waits ... waits for your presence ... waits for you to fall,

While it grows and consumes all, life becomes existence, hope becomes despair.

Welcome, welcome, welcome to a place where Swallows never fly and flowers never bloom.

It is a place of deep, dark crevices and carefully crafted lies, made to hide reality from prying eyes,

Where fragile corpses stumble and fall, whilst gazing upon Daemons for all eternity.

A Room with a Phewww

All the riches of Croesus had been bestowed upon the guardian to ensure entrance to this hallowed place. 
The key held in my hand was the link to another world, hidden from ordinary mortals. Carefully the key was placed into the aged lock. 
It took all my strength to turn the key and free the lock. 
Gripping the iron handles I pushed open the doors and gazed in wonder at the feted space before me. 
It was a place with history where many had passed before, some for brief moments others for many days .. now it was my turn. A room small in size but grand in memories, many still lingering, waiting to surprise the unwary visitor. 
Many aromas filled the room each fighting the other for supremacy in an epic battle for domination. 
Hot, wet dog with a hint of damp Tweed fought its corner against the acrid stench of overloaded incontinence pads, both of which were being backed into a corner by the wholesome sweet smell of full nappies. There were other less intense scents wafting through the room, a hint of garden flowers, a whiff of ancient books and the almost unnoticeable fragrance of honey coating the background.
This was indeed a hallowed place in which I stood contemplating the monumental task before me ....preparing  the Gresley Station Community Hall for its annual Jumble sale in aid of destitute Mothers.