Stories in Short #8 (Daily Prompt: Sated)

DAILY PROMPT: SATED The king sat atop the high chair at the end of the hall. Before him lay a spread of unimaginable gluttony: fat pigs, horses heads, cow’s testicles sauteed in French red wine, the brains of extinct monkeys, the heart of his worst enemy, which he nibbled after every meal, as an aperitif.…

Stories in Short #7 (Daily Prompt: Chaotic)

Daily Prompt: CHAOTIC The alarm doesn’t work, because the alarm is broken, it’s always been broken, every now and then someone will say, Isn’t the alarm broken? and we’ll all look at each other and say, yes, yes the alarm is broken, but never do anything about it, because you never expect the alarm to…

Stories in Short #5 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Elicit Not this time, no, I won’t allow it this time, she said, and slammed the door in my face. I’d been up to Yuri’s house already this week. The first two times the visit had been clean, smooth, rounded like the heel of a small girl. Not a problem with Yuri, or…

Stories in Short #4 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Aromatic His favourite smell was damp towels. I’d walk into the bathroom and see him with his face pressed against the towel rack, where the red-and-white polka dot towels hung after someone had showered. “Not smelly towels,” he said, “just these towels.” On the landing at the top of the stairs there was a…

On Writing: Planning Isn’t Everything

I’ve been asked literally a couple of questions about planning in the past. How do you plan? What do you plan? When do you plan? Each story has a start, middle and an end. Whilst you are writing your story these three elements will become so confused and muddled and interlocking that as you finish,…

Who Killed Mrs Crew (6)

Around the market, oh, around the market, over the river, the streets are quiet. So quiet. Behind the stoic, happy faces of the terraced houses there is an animal squealing. Most likely a fox. A fox getting fucked. A fox getting killed. Although the houses are happy, their light is warming, I feel scared. Alert.…

Who Killed Mrs. Crew (5)

I brush my teeth and think about the United Kingdom Independence Party. Mrs. Crew most definitely voted for that lot. She deserved what was coming to her. Her skin was very orange, between her folds gathered white pith. The sort of skin flakes that taste sour and accumulate on skirting boards. How? How does the…