Diana Lumb

Joined June 2022

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Comfortable
What does comfort mean to me? Curled up on the sofa and watching TV? Having my favourite people around? Listening to music, feet tapping the ground?
By Diana Lumb 3 years ago in Poets
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… But I screamed anyway, regardless. Too terrified to keep control any longer, my nerves shot and my courage long gone.
By Diana Lumb 3 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
Here I find myself, sat on a train. With no idea how I came to be here. Disorientated, I don't even remember my name. I've tried to find a ticket, to see if that would give me a clue.
By Diana Lumb 4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
I stared at the picture of the train. Not for the first time I was convinced that I saw a movement. Very slight, almost imperceptible, but yes, it was there. From what I could make out it looked like a hand waving, in the corner of the window, you know, the small window that is by the first seat just outside of the carriage door?
By Diana Lumb 4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
Part 1 It was a cold and dismal day, and I really didn't want to be here. But I had made a promise and I couldn't back out now.
By Diana Lumb 4 years ago in Fiction