Peter James Martin

@authorpjm.bsky.social

I'm Teesside born and bred. Autistic. When I'm not writing, I'm trying to survive the rigours of raising a family and two Shih Tzu dogs and a cat. #vss365 addict.

today the clouds cleared today I'm thinking about another day the anticipation the excitement the hope were you as beautiful as you sounded? would looking at you make me fall even harder? today I'm lost in the memory of the first time I saw your face such days will always be welcome #poetry

#vss365 "Are you alright?" She looked up in surprise as he entered the room. He sighed, perhaps the others had been right. He was the last person anyone wanted to #console them. "Are the others coming?" He frowned. "No, why?" "Good." Her shoulders slumped. "I haven't got the energy to pretend."

You’re not pathetic! Brenda shouted as Maud slowly pulled herself apart. You’re compassionate and you #console me when I’m down. Stop being so hard on yourself. I’ll try said Maud. I might need therapy. Brenda put her hands on her hips. What you need my girl is a witch #vss365

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The new navigator was too young, too fresh, too damned bright and exciteable, but, as Dylan passed the lad, by chance, he checked out the #console and hid an impressed tilt of the head. That was some fancy orbital dynamics calculations, not easy to tweak. Able, the boy, might do well. #vss365

‎The #console has a perplexing array of knobs and toggles, each one controlling the most subtle version of reality. Each will qualify the output of my understanding, which will change as I master the balance. I need silence to hear my choices, but I need you for feedback, not consolation. #vss365

Karl knelt in front of the stones: one for his son and one for Rowan. He’d forgotten that she’d died. His mind had warped like warm #wax creating monsters to distract him. But of late, Boo with his antics had brought him back to the land of the living #vss365

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