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I Love You
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By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Roads
Introduction Every picture here is from walks I have made and roads that I have seen. Often they are the only sign of human habitation, and I wonder why they were built, obviously to connect two places, but when you are on these roads, or when I am, lots of stories come to mind taking me into some magical mythical worlds although the reality may be a lot more mundane.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Wander
Through The Black Window
He was dragged through the broken window by black demonic arms and he was now in a hall full of black shapes that were pressed at various windows that seemed to hang in mid-air, promising egress to those who were in the hall.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Chapters
Rise Up Like The Sun
Introduction In my last thoughtpiece, I wanted to use the image from the Albion Band's "Rise Up Like The Sun", a milestone of a folk/folk-rock album, While I was searching for the picture I found a very cheap copy on vinyl (I already have the CD) so I put in an order for that.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Beat
Sunrise
To be out walking on a morning when the darkness of the night is slowly replaced by the light of the sun rising in the East. Seeing rays spread their colours through the sky, some gold, some other colours of the rainbow, heralding the coming of the day.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Chapters
The Black Window
He woke and there was something wrong, well something had changed. There was a window in the bedroom wall and outside the glass it was black. The wall was between the bedroom and the lounge in the apartment, so he thought, "What the hell is this?".
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction












