Other Writing

Peter had only worked for the company for three days and shared his office with two much older men, Brian and Mick. The pair were great pals and had been with S.B. Jacobs and Partners for decades, often spending their free time in each other’s company. On the third day, Peter noticed something on Brian’s desk and, being an inquisitive sort of guy, he asked what it was.

Brian picked up the little square object with a small white plastic bone on top, and beneath it was a small brass plaque with...

The house groaned loudly. Who wants to be a house? It thought. A dull, boring, stupid house. Not even a particularly attractive house at that. Being a house was boring. It was boring, even when there were other houses to keep it company. But now, it was alone – a lonely, boring house.

A train station was what it had always wanted to be – that would be exciting. All those people coming and going. The sound of the trains. The chug, chug as they set off on their journey to somewhere exciting –...

Be mindful of who you surround yourself with and who you look up to. You may not be getting the whole picture.

The Sapling

The Sapling lifted its head towards the chink of light as the sun cast its gaze down through the forest. The small gap in the canopy above was only illuminated each day for a brief amount of time, and the warmth from the sun was a welcome arrival for the Sapling. It looked around at the other trees in the forest, all taller than it, some considerably so.

At this moment, a...