Gen’rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Groomer Bot – Short Story
The lights turned on the moment he walked into his house. He stopped and looked to his wife who was smiling. Neville was not a Luddite, just sceptical, “do we really need this?” he asked. Karen smiled, “It’s fun. Besides, it’s the 21st century and we need to keep up.”...































