‘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.
Beneath the waters is where I would go if I wanted to escape mankind.
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud without shedding a tear.
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
With clumsy club foot David crept the creaking corridors, circling the spiralling stairs.
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.
Brexit. It seemed like the end of the world as we knew it.
Today’s challenge comes from my wife, Chrissie, and it’s a bit different to the other prompts I’ve had…She’s asked me to write her an apology (for drunkenly keeping her awake until 6am on Sunday morning- when she needed to be up at 7:30am). If you’d like to add to my writing to-do list, I’m doing…
We can share a tic tac. We can share red velvet.
So I guess I’m on a precipice. I like that. A big goddamn word. Like plateau. How do you like that fanciness?