Monday Rewrite

The hall of mirrors was just that, a hall lined with mirrors of all shapes and sizes. And in each one they saw themselves standing in a different world. Their …

There were two sisters, living in a small village somewhere on earth. One summer a couple of travellers turned up and they both fell in love with the sisters. A …

It’s been up against the wrong wall all this time. He’s climbed it faithfully, sweated, worked, dreamt, plotted, schemed… only to find that his endeavours have led him up a …

Are you in dire need? Is your life falling apart? Have you been affected by things out of your control? By folks climbing on your roof? Has your front room …

I pitched up for work as usual the other day, joined the lines of folks in the square, waiting, hoping for someone to hire me for the day. When I …

The boy steps up. Confident. Unafraid. Everyone else might be cowering in their boots, their knees knocking out a tight rhythm as they shiver, but not him. He may be …

We left this planet. All of us. And I’m not talking about daydreams, or hallucinations, or alien intervention. And it’s not a euphemism. I mean they wiped us out. All …

Perhaps it was the tree’s fault, looking so bright and splendid and accessible. Perhaps it was the hyena’s fault, howling so early and waking them up. Or the birdsong that …

John wanders up to Jesus. John: Oh by the way Jesus, nothing too important, just a bit of news, a small story really, hardly worth mentioning… Jesus: Yes? John: Just …

Heal our hearts, please, we pray, After all that life has thrown at us. The harmful graffiti scribbled on our being, The despair daubed across our minds, The clutter weighing …

‘Hi, can I… can I come in? Am I allowed? Only this is make or break… I just wanted to see you to ask if… well… do you realise who …

There was another world, there had always been another world, another dimension; and he took them by the hand and led them into it, through the diminishing walls of this …

Jesus surveys the crowd, taking in every face, every precious life; the experiences, the fears, the doubts, the hidden things, the beauty, the worries, the hopes and aspirations. He’s been …

Mary feels like a prodigal, upping sticks like this so suddenly, running away. But at the moment no one can tell. She’s not showing. So it’s easy to slip off. …

Sometimes it can feel as if we live in those blank page times. That flimsy, empty sheet between two Testaments, Old and the New. So slim, so slight, so long. …

The curmudgeonly judge wakes and snarls to himself. Another day. Another day of putting up with claimants and lawyers and insignificant, unpleasant people whining and grumbling about things they don’t …

It feels as if things are hotting up. He needs a break, and so heads for Tyre. Away from Israel for a while, out of the limelight. He keep his …

The man is ragged, doesn’t smell great. His clothes are strange and his face carries a mean glow. Sweat is everywhere. You wouldn’t want to meet him in a back …

James – I see he’s put his charges up again. John – Who? James – That taxman, the guy in the tool booth. Greedy loser. Come the revolution he’ll be …