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P.S. Gifford is a transplanted Englishman who has called California home for over twenty years.

He is a full time writer, is married, has a teenage son, two dogs, one rabbit and an endless dream.

I shall be reading from, then signing copies of, my latest book

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance: 3 of 190

Things remembered. This was her fourth day of cross-country driving. She had no idea where she was heading, and she did not care, as long as it was away from him. Having cleared out forty seven hundred dollars from his bank account, she piled a few things into her old 66 Mustang and set out. "Where the Hell am I anyway?" Sh... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 5 of 233
The Moment of Truth.Jacob Nichols pulse quickened as he carefully examined the battered face glaring back at him. He squirmed uncomfortably at the undeniably evil features- everything from the tired blood shot eyes, the chipped yellow front teeth, to the three inch scar on the left cheek revealed a life time of wickedness and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writer's block: 7 of 178
I tried to write this poem today, but I recieved quite a bloody shock., For words they would not come to me, I'd a case of the dreaded writers block.. So this page I shall leave quite barren, with no colorfull words to fill the white, and hope tomorrow when it dawns, I'll recover from my wordless plight. More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Mystery: 5 of 119
Where's Hilda?The well-rounded police officer methodically scratched his balding head as he studied the frail old man sitting in front of him. He nodded at the scene; after seventeen years as a police officer in Whitby, Sergeant Arthur Breakwell had experienced hundreds of similar conversations, and experience told him that f... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood memories: 14 of 308
The Red Ball.It is remarkable which events in out life we remember. The following account I can recall as clearly today as if it had happened yesterday- but it was forty years worth of yesterdays in reality.I was five years old when it happened. Unlike most of the children in my neighborhood I did not have a slew of toys to p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mondays: 1 of 18
Monday MorningsMany folks grumble on Monday mornings.They grunt and roll their eyes as they roll out of bed.But not me-No sir,I relish them.I bounce out of bed energized.Moments later I am to be foundsitting in my own secret garden,With its high ivy covered fences,And contemplate as I sip my first cup of coffee of the day.Doe... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Food: 4 of 71
There is for me no greater tastier treatThen one of my very favorite meals to eat, a steaming plate of bubble and squeak.A dish so mighty and yet so darn meekIt's left over cabbage and some left over mash,placed on the old hob and cooked up in a flash.Fried up in pork drippings for that brilliant tasteYes, in our old house- n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 7 of 105
In this morning's early light I allowed myself the opulence to reflect,and consider the meaning of friendship.Giving time magnanimouslySustaining unquestioningly dreams.I considered the meaning of loyalty;Steadfastly and unwavering alongside. Never irresolute in devotion.I considered the meaning of integrity;Truthful, veraci... More..
Pets & Animals > Dogs (Other) Why dogs are called man's best friend: 3 of 38
True Love - Tasha's storyYesterday was one of the hardest days of my life. I made the difficult decision to have my beloved Tasha - a gorgeous German shepherd/Collie mix to sleep. She had been vomiting for the last couple of days and they had done all the tests on her. The results came back with about the worst possible news ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poems for children: 19 of 229
RAGGEDLY TAGGEDLY HIGGLEDY MAN(A Poem for Children)A long time ago, in a far off place,I was strolling at my usual pace.When I suddenly caught the waving hand,Of a raggedly taggedly higgledy man.I studied his ragged tattered clothesI studied his red face and higgledy nosethen all at once, I had a plan!Help that raggedly tagge... More..