Hitchhiker Blues – A Short Story – Part One
Hitchhiker Blues – Part One Lou Prescott had just left his mother buried in the ground and yet his demons were […]
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? ”
I dreamt of Zombies
Preface When I eventually found this I discovered that the diary it came from was long gone or hidden in the folds […]
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.
Whatever Happened to White Poo?
Whatever happened to white poo? I used to see it everywhere. In the playground. In the park. On the way to school […]
The Girl Who Fell
Introduction Been working on a few things that have taken me away from the Diary in the last couple of months and […]
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.
Glare
Introductions I thought it was strange – the night too still, too quiet, too cold to be right. It was as if […]
