helen horgan

King David

Ann Faith

Sean King

English

Hiding out in the cosy attic the wind howling outside. Maren

let the old rocker and the floorboards creak a soft rhythm together as she strained her eyes to read the words

“Well, I’ve read better lyrics” she opined, listening to the old rocker drumming out the song’s rhythm on the creaking floorboards. The old rocker frowned, perturbed at her critique. “Maybe I should just hang-up the old drum sticks and get a real job” he mused aloud.

She sat down next to him on the dusty floor, took the drumsticks and handed him a beer. “Pretty sure you just need a better venue, a little inspiration and maybe an actual drum kit.”
Yes, he concurred. He was old but still the coolest rocker around.

One year later, he opened his own venue. It was a former bank, downtown. It had a main stage, a cafe, and a roof deck. He made sure to book every band that auditioned to play. They had the best house drum kit of any venue within 500 miles.

Never too old to rock

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Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

the photograph shows a man wearing the same outfit as the woman in front but a different colour and

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

was this my grandmother come back from the grave? Hard to tell given I had just taken some magic bee

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