The Story Corner

There is a room in every heart, one that cannot be seen or touched, but its presence is undeniable. It is a space where things come and go - some of them will linger, others will leave, often without warning. The room changes over time, its contents are ever-shifting, but there are gaps, spaces where something is always missing. For years, the room had been left undisturbed. The door was quietly shut, and the walls were familiar, comforting even. The room was full in a way that made sense.  But then, unexpectedly, there was a knock at the door. It was tentative, unsure. Something was there. The door was cracked open and all of a sudden, there was a flash of light, streaming through the gap, a warm hand reaching in. The room was coming to life again. 

It only takes one. Isn't that funny? Just one moment. One sip, one look, one bite and suddenly... the surge. Before you know it, you're free-falling. It's impossible to stop once it's started and after you've been captured, it feels like you'll never get away. Not that you want to - at least, not at first. One more, one more, one more... You lose yourself in the frenzy, it consumes you until time has no meaning and you're long past saving. You don't want to be saved. Not yet. Quiet murmurs in the back of your mind, questioning how this has happened again. Especially after last time, which you swore would be the very last time. Except it doesn't seem there will ever  be a last time. You're always going to come back for more. The doubt is always drowned out with well-rehearsed execution. It will return, it always does, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing else does. Only this. You're in deep, far too deep and... you like it. You want it so m...

Once upon a time, there was a farmer who had lots of sheep. He had so many sheep that he had trouble keeping account of them! One moment, he would count them and there would be ten sheep. The next, he would count them and there would be sixty! They were always on the move and jumping over fences, they rarely stayed still for more than 2 minutes! The farmer had tried spraying red numbers on their woolly backs, but the rain just washed the paint off. He had also tried tying tags around their necks, but they just wriggled them loose! It was impossible to keep track! And without being able to count his sheep, there would be no way for him to know how many he could send off to have their wool cut, or how many more sheep he needed to buy, or how many names he had to think of. It had not occurred to him that he could just try and send one sheep at a time to have its wool cut or buy just one extra sheep at a time, as long as he had the space. The farmer hadn't even realised that if he ha...