Flashback Friday #4- The Mime Artist
Sharing an old short story this week which is based on a job that I had about 18 years ago! I once spent an entire summer miming keyboards for a… Read More »Flashback Friday #4- The Mime Artist
Sharing an old short story this week which is based on a job that I had about 18 years ago! I once spent an entire summer miming keyboards for a… Read More »Flashback Friday #4- The Mime Artist
The Man Who Came To Stay For Christmas Twas the night before Christmas and Princess Clarissa was all alone in her castle. Another year had gone by without a prince… Read More »Christmas Writing Challenge #3
Grumpy The Christmas Elf Grumpy was an elf who hated Christmas. He was the slowest of all of the toy-making elves in the North Pole, and after three warnings, Santa… Read More »Christmas Writing Challenge #2
Today’s creative writing prompts are…. 1. The dogs of war have just been fed. 2. Yellow. Or, use the picture! Link this post in anything that you write, as always… Read More »Writing Prompt #15
1. Did I ever tell you about my pet kangaroo?
2. My mind was completely empty and then it struck me.
If Gods and Monsters could convene to solve the problems of the many, they would no doubt create more than they could fix.
The touch of her…
Santa woke with a panic, it was three days before Christmas and those bastard elves had shaved his beard off in his sleep.
1. Don’t open that door, there is a…
2. I’ve discovered the meaning of life, it is…
3. You do not deserve an apology.
Walking down the street bones-a-rattling in the cold and musky late October air, Batty and Bones huddled close to each other as children paraded shaking buckets of sweets and howling ghostly screams.
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I, nightmares sad knight am no beast. I am not terror for you to scream yourself to sleep after seeing. So why then do people lose their heads in panic at the sight of me?
I watched the dawning of creation, and frankly it was…
I can remember everything in the most precise details. But I can’t remember what she looked like.
Did David definitely dance down Devon, dear?
If you don’t do this, I will…
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‘By George, I have it’ cried Henry as he took a mouthful of the strange meaty concoction that had been stewing for the last fourteen hours on Kevin’s stove.
“I can fix the world with one bullet, here’s how…”
You put the lime in the coconut…
“It wasn’t me!” I said, although it was a lie.
Where was Wendy when we were water-skiing?