Hello everyone. I have been paying so much attention to my main website http://www.InnerPeaceNow.com that I have neglected this website somewhat. But now that will change, and I can share with you one of my latest books:
Twenty-five fun, enjoyable and easy to read inspirational short stories that uncover the source of happiness and joy inside of you.
We rise and fall like waves.
Waves we thought would be here forever can crash at any moment.
So can you.
So cherish this wavey life while it rolls.
And surrender when it dies.
– Adam Oakley
Forget what they told you
you should be.
A man living in the blueprint of another
is like a snake trying to slide into another’s dead skin.
Forge your own way,
your own path,
your own sound,
your own voice,
flavoured by those you’ve admired,
but never governed by it.
– Adam Oakley
“Don’t try” – Charles Bukowski.
There is a balance between turning up, willing to work, and then being open enough for creativity to flow through you, rather you trying to control it… Continue reading “Try”
A story for adults only. Viewer discretion is advised.
When Barry and I saw her, we were dumbstruck. I remember I couldn’t actually think, nothing was rising up in my mind, and I just watched her, completely dumbfounded, like I had never seen a woman before. She was walking in our direction, with sunglasses on, along the sand of the beach, with her hand in her hair, ruffling it as she was walking. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was dark and golden, and her body was a perfect curved-lined perfection, lightly and revealingly dressed as she sunk into the sand, foot by foot, sinking just a little as she walked. Barry was never one to say anything to a woman. He was worse than me. He became small and shy and afraid, like he might burst if one came too close to him. Sometimes I was like that as well, but I knew I would be plagued with regret if I didn’t at least do something to get her attention.
I checked my gun again and pushed open the door that had its own unique bell attached to it. It rang innocently. I made my way to the magazines, whilst checking every aisle of the little shop for this person who had left their engine running. I couldn’t see them. I could only see the shopkeeper standing behind the counter. A small man, he looked like an old Thai boxer. He looked a bit odd, just standing there, still, looking straight ahead. I thought he might have been half-asleep seeing as it was so late, but as I focused in on his face, his eyes were looking directly into mine. And they were wide. Wider than they should have been. His mouth looked tense, like he was under some sort of threat and hoping I could be his salvation. He had the familiar look of fear that I had seen in shopkeepers’ faces over recent weeks.