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.
Short interlude whilst recording Savoir Z and whilst having drank waaay to much coffee. I talk about Star Wars and pull some faces. Vlog.
Two posts from ZIG(UN)CUT Thoughts on the sugar tax and our digital selves plus Malcolm E. Klektic Esquire’s New (old) art piece.
Caution. The Comic Page may take a moment to load. Please be patient. This is a repost only in that I […]
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?
The rant of a cinema usher written during my Chuck Palahnuik phase. AudioShorts is available on iTunes, Podbean & YouTube. Click Through for links…
“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? ”
Journal Entry 180322 No fancy GFX. Just a simple post. Just the raw truth. Doubt. Made a new friend on FB who […]
Also available as an podcast on Listen to the MP3. Preface. This is unedited. Cut and pasted as I wrote it. […]
Every now and again I get writers block and even though I don’t believe in writers block per se*, I still use […]
