D. J. Reddall
Bio
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Stories (269/0)
The Narrator
Be an unseen eye Become an invisible Tender observer
By D. J. Reddallabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Pastimes
It's temporary Just like everything else Not excluding time
By D. J. Reddallabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Untimely Eyes
Education is not what it was when I was a lad. These young people are rather wild, untamed. They are cruel, selfish, prone to deception and betrayal. It is almost as if, when I was young, we were all tacitly cooperating; now, in this bold, nineteenth century, they seem to be at odds in a rather Hobbesian, red of tooth and claw world. Some of my colleagues find them disgusting or ridiculous. I must confess, though I am somewhat embarrassed to do so, that I find most of them rather frightening.
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Fiction