I laugh at myself, apparently, the older me has regained a sense of humour that I seem to have lost.
Category Archives: Short Stories
DAY 28 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
Calmly, Claire closed the cover. Chapter-after-chapter of choice violence haunted her without a scar.
DAY 27- 30 Day Writing Challenge
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. I suddenly shocked myself to life as the earth around me died.
Writing Prompt #2
1.The brick forest was crumbling before their very eyes…
2.Tennessee told Terry to totally tear the thing…
DAY 26 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
There we were; I didn’t know what to make. I was at arm’s length and so were you. We both played a game of distance. Separated by awkwardness but united by a desire to connect but not attach.
DAY 25 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. And as the alarming scream of a dying planet intensifies, smothering the groans of those who would greedily scoff in the face of reason; no lessons will ever be learnt. If we had the chance we’d do it all again.
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DAY 24 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
My life has become an algorithm. A predictable spreadsheet of formulaic transactions that signify nothing. I code and I code and I help technology flourish. I drive the future, but not the present. Not my present. Zeros and ones are not heartbeats.
Writing Prompt #1
1.The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here.
2.You don’t fool me. I made you.
DAY 23 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud without shedding a tear.
DAY 22- 30 Day Writing Challenge
The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog from his reins. He ran. Enthusiastically skipping childlike from bush to bow to bark. These moments are ours to
DAY 21 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
When we live in a world where satellites can find us with pinpoint accuracy; why do we feel so lost?
DAY 20 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star. Everything has meaning and everything is full. Not just half full. No short measured optimism. The glass is full.
DAY 19 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
With clumsy club foot David crept the creaking corridors, circling the spiralling stairs.
DAY 16- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on feeling instead of doing. Imagined futures and projected fantasies that come to nothing permeate the fog of a life lived in some half-awake state.
DAY 15- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Mixed emotions flank the end of an illustrious career. Hard toil giving way to empty days. The rush of the nine-to-five now leaving space for brunch and afternoon tea.
DAY 14- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Feeling the funk emanate we shuffled and boogied. Like zombies of the nights on Broadway- arms thrusting moving to the beat. Not knowing where we were going strutting with the love train, and surviving like Donna Summer we had been trapped in this nightlife limbo of lasers and smoke machines.
Day 13- 30 Day Writing Challenge
It had been a hard day’s night and John, Paul, George, and Ringo had all been working like dogs. They were, of course, aging dogs now, Macca and Ringo were well over sixty-four.
DAY 12- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Outside pack rear. Favourite place. Whistle blows. Black jammer takes lead. Double pip, the pack moves on.
DAY 11- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Brexit. It seemed like the end of the world as we knew it.
DAY 10- 30 Day Writing Challenge
Her footsteps crunching through crisp autumn leaves beat in time to the thud of her heart and the rasp of her breath. The rhythm grew pace as she corned the outer rim of the dusk soaked forest. She had left leaving too late, and now panic was in for the night.
DAY 8 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
Three thirty, on the dot. He sits. No paper. No dog. No pipe. He just sits.