Herring House: Stories and Other Writing

  You stop - you stare Everything looks the same until you see the other door open you pass through looking for change Then you realise it is you that has changed. MAKE THE CHANGE... Danny

  Autumn ... it gets darker each day, and lighter later... it gets cold and windy the leaves blow on the ground Yes, it can look nice with different colours in the trees but it makes you feel sad a lot. When you are at home  you can have lights on in most ot the rooms to cope with S.A.D. Cathy

  THE ART DEALER  This is ‘Bob Able.’ He is a man of modest means and has been a freelance artist for most of his life. The only time he was in paid employment when he used to work part time at the art college in Derby, passing his knowledge and skill on to his students. Bob has a small cottage in the village of Naresborough, on the edge of town, which he shares with his wife, Mabel. Every Christmas he loves nothing more than to play Santa in a grotto at a shopping centre in Derby. He has a lot of time for children, especially as he and Mabel were never blessed with any of their own. Growing up he had an older sister, Olive, now in her eighties. She lives locally and comes round every Sunday for lunch.   After eating they like nothing more than to take a stroll down to the village pond to feed the ducks.   Bob likes to keep fit and active and doesn’t relish the prospect of getting older. He is now 74 and the only real health issue. He has a touch of arthr...

  Twelve noon and someone completely unexpected arrives:  It is the year 2323. I was sitting at my workplace, the company was Cyber Technology. I was starting a new project on brain expansion. This would double our senses by fifty per cent. Imgine what we would be able to achieve. It was my job to find out. I had just finished a programme on life matter to see how we could create someone and bring them back to life with mixed DNA. This was done with families who had lost someone too young to go.  The programme was a success but I had done my bit of technology and passed it onto the next team of experts who put it all together. That work was completed about eight months ago.  I had my head down and I was being busy. It must have been 12 noon. There was a knock on the door. Usually, people knocked and just came in but I had to get up and answer the door. What a surprise, the head of the company had come to talk about something very close to my heart.  He asked how...

  Taking a slow stroll to a peaceful place going with the flow of where my steps take me feeling lost but in a good way as I am on this beautiful world where there's light and wildlife,  nature and streams of water. And the clouds in the sky with the sunlight beaming through the hills I see roses and plants,  rabbits and wildlife and the land is all around me living in a moment feeling like I'm lost in the game of Skyrim walking further into the depths of the forest surrounded by trees and castles feeling the best I can be with my mindset feeling free. Tyson

  A long while ago when I used to live with my mum and Dave, my sister in Ormesby near Yarmouth, we had a big garden with hedges and trees.  I liked climbing them and hiding in the hedges where no one could find me because it was my own place (my self place) where I could think.  Sometimes, I liked climbing trees and siting under them to think about things. Now, I live in Great Yarmouth. You can't think so much as I did but when I had a dog called Pebbles, I walked miles and that makes you think. That was my space as well. In the absence of trees, there aren't any in Yarmouth, there was always my dog.  Cathy