Words

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Words - Stories
Sunday 8th January 2017 5:04pm
I close my eyes but for a moment, I am tired now and need to sleep.///I see his head droop and his eyes close for it is clear now that...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 10:36pm
/It's funny isn't it? //How in a book or a story or a Hollywood movie, the brash bastard punk anti-hero cunt has got to have...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 8:57pm
/Come down here with us. Look under the compost. No, not IN the compost. Look under the compost. That's right. Nevermind the smell....
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:35pm
/It's great when you've got something about you that no one else would ever believe. Not unless you showed them. Like a secret super...
Saturday 14th May 2016 11:17am
It is certainly true that she had been chattier before the exchange but that seemed a small price to pay. The brochure had been...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 9:01pm
/Hey, what've you got in you pocket?It's the old professor's timepieceLet's have a lookNo, it's too valuable. You can have his gloves...
Friday 6th May 2016 3:05pm
Sometimes you need a magic wardrobe, a flying carpet or a secret garden. A means to step out of this immediate, ugly, threatening...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 5:45pm
Uncle Fester spent his days sitting at the beaten up drop leave table in the corner of our kitchen constantly a tip tap tapping...
Friday 27th September 2013 5:15pm
It's a congenital condition. Perhaps easiest to think of it as albinism in reverse. I can not leave the light. They tell me. I suppose...
Thursday 4th October 2012 5:44pm
'Give me the Gods'¯Shiv saw the dull glint of gunmetal in the shabby alley mouth and stopped dead. He hadn't heard the words but he understood...
Thursday 4th October 2012 5:19pm
...he changed his mind. Again. Stopped in his tracks, turned around and headed for the place that he had just left. That special...
Thursday 4th October 2012 5:08pm
She had never thought that she would have tried to change her man. His habits, his appearance, his essential nature. She had considered...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 5:41pm
/Suddenly, if not unexpectedly, the clock chimed and he lit his cigarette. Electric bells. Whereas the original may have been a feat...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 5:21pm
I could paint you a picture of a room damp and cold, that stank in the corners of dog piss and stale food. Where the curtains had the same...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 5:17pm
It's getting harder and harder to find a parking spot, even on the outskirts of the city. This morning I saw a space that was barely...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 5:16pm
Exile - as an expression of timeVision - as a waking dreamExpiration - as a sleeping lifeNormalisation - as the repetition...
Wednesday 3rd October 2012 5:07pm
Hidden in the heart of the Rolling Hills is a green valley, where mortal shades find life. In this valley there are twenty one olive...
Tuesday 8th May 2012 5:59pm
Nobody had bothered to ask Shaun if he had wanted to be born.- But how could we ask you, dear ? You weren't even born!His mothered...
Sunday 24th July 2011 5:25pm
In love's landscape we abuse liquor, chase our shadows, and listen to whispers'¦The next night was the twenty-third.'I'm the main...
Sunday 24th July 2011 5:14pm
I let the ash from my part smoked fag fall into the open grave of the cancer consumed cadaver of my best ex-friend. It is what he would...