Short Story (Prose)

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.

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.

The Argument

MAN: Do you know what I do? Do you know what have I do? The shit I eat to put food on that table?Do you have any idea of what it takes to keep you warm? Do you? I’m out there hauling my arse around this shitty little island, away from my kids…away from you to come home to this? You know what you are? You’re a cunt. You do this…to me! What am I supposed to do? How do I fix []

Writers Block

So he went for a walk and came back drenched. The heavens pissed on him. The thunder howled ridicule. The lighting struck a tree nearby and he wished it had been him. The butchered tree wished it too.