Author Archives: South London Journal

About South London Journal

I am a professional writer producing Blog posts, and written articles on a range of topics. I am particularly interested in sustainable and green living, survival and emergency preparedness, and animals, especially pets.

The Fire

Looking out from a makeshift natural cover lean-to, I made sure I hadn’t been followed. Living in the woods in this post-apocalyptic society, it was better to be safe than sorry. When I was satisfied that I was alone, I started … Continue reading

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What have you done?

“What have you done!” Steph exclaimed. “It wasn’t growing, … so I added some more” Mike said weakly. “I warned you that it was very strong, how much did you use?” Steph asked. Holding up the empty bottle, “All of … Continue reading

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Once upon …

Flash Poetry Complete this poem in less than 100 words Once upon a mossy log, A small frog did sit …  

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In the Ramparts…

In the ramparts of the castle high above the river, the archer looked down at the boats tying up to the bank. Taking careful aim, he stretched his bow taut. “Hold breath, and release” he said to himself. But, there … Continue reading

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Whipped by the Wind

Ahead, the forest of green whipped back and forth, as if the wind was constantly changing directions. They edged forward, unsure of what was to come. Sliding silently through the forest was a dark shape, it’s shadow flitting just in … Continue reading

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The Growth Serum

The sun beat down, scorching the ground. In any other place this would be a disaster, but here… “The lettuce will be ready to pick tomorrow!” Sam exclaimed, “It’s even bigger this year! Wow, this new method really works.” “I’ll … Continue reading

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City of Sand

The city was crowded. Mothers and children everywhere. It was noisy and dirty. Strangely, there were very few men. The air was hot, inside was even hotter. Most of the families sat outside, in whatever shade they could find, seeking … Continue reading

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