Narrative/Prose

The Path not taken (micro short/sketch)

I am haunted by wrong decisions, by memories of paths not taken. I see glimpses of a life that could have been through dreams of that other me. Vivid. Clear. Like a moment of clarity the Nexus of other mes swirl around the one I visit tonight and for a moment there is peace. Around me the walls of space and time open up like the eye of the storm within a hurricane the space expanding in a slow motion explosion a []

Shoot Her Dead – A Short Story

She felt around her belly. It was wet but she couldn’t move, couldn’t feel. She didn’t know it but the bullet had blown out her spine and ruptured her spleen and churned up her insides. She pulled her hands back and saw the blood. Then she started to cry.

NV204 – 6

NV204(very hoarse): Miranda.
Miranda: Jesus. SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE…What happened?…
NV204: Long story. Ow! That hurts.
Miranda: Sorry. Is that better?
NV204: Christ!
Miranda: I guess not. DID SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE?

Have a Nice Daaay!

“You want to hear the truth, dear audience? You want to know how we really feel? The secret behind that smile, that f**king chipper, ‘have a nice daaay’, ‘would you like to go large?’ Do you? Really? ”

Dream 2:15am 19.02.18

I just Had a dream. Loud. Chaotic. I can’t stress just how loud it was. People running everywhere. Madness. Shock. Despair and fragility all around and yet I was calm single minded to the point that I put my self in harm’s way for nothing. No not for nothing. For a glimpse. To see with my own eyes the floating heads with blank expressions, floating down corridors away from the great reveal.

NV204 -05

Read From the Beginning TRANSDICTION OF CONV83177 INDEX 15.20.40 BACKGROUND NOISE: General cafe noise. Busy road. occasional planes over-head. TV on the []

NV204 – 04

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