I remember the day we came to the island. There were two of us in those dark times, myself and my daughter. Now there is only I. They cast us adrift in a rotten bark with barely enough food and water to last the journey. I begged for a few of the books from my … More I, Prospero
Let me tell you about a dream I had. I described it to my partner and she said it sounded like my ‘own little prison.’ Here’s what it was like. I was a wealthy industrialist of some kind and I lived in a gigantic tower block which had been built by my own company. It … More My Own Little Prison
Listfulofhorrors marks its first birthday today! Thanks to everyone who has ever stopped by and read my musings – if you are reading this, this means you! In the meantime, here’s to the next year of blogging!