CHICKEN SHOP CHICKEN SHOP
CHICKEN SHOP CHICKEN SHOP STOP IT STOP IT YOU’RE MAKING MY CHILD FAT.
INFINITY ENDS: excerpt of a conversation between Paul, the sad dad, and his curious son, who doesn’t understand, not yet.
“The planet will one day be absorbed by the sun,” said the father to his six-year old son. “Absorbed by the sun?” “Horribly, there’ll be much fiery death.” The son nodded, “Like in X-men.” “Sort of, except X-men isn’t real, it’s a construct to help bring excitement to otherwise dull lives.” “Will it be dull…
Stories in Short #11 (Daily Prompt: Gone)
“Close your eyes, son.” The young man closed his eyes. “Take a deep breath.” The young man did. “You are stood on the walls of our city, our home. Beneath your feet is the bulwark of our people, stone built higher and higher, mortar mixed with the blood and tears of our woman, our children. Our…
be positive, you’re just an animal who happens to have a nice brain
New year, new me, new you, new us, new together and new alone, new united, we stand turned boots to the future, arse to the past. We take one look over our shoulder, and with a sigh, say “Whatever,” then shrug, “This year will be better.”
exppppppp.er (forget what you see it’s not important.)
From the badgering treetops To the lowly park bench Four youths Smoking Trees hang like butterfilies from Fillies a hatchery’s rooftop where the butterfly hatcher has poowerful values and lots of children, and poo. Listen to what I’m saying to you Make sense of it, make sense of this, I beg you Because I Can’t.…
Stories in Short #10 – Be Calm, Glassy Eyes
We haven’t sat on the sofa since you left. It was yours. We can’t touch it. For breakfast we all eat Weetabix with box-milk. No one has been to the shop. No one has left the house. There are tears at the bottom of the stairs each morning. We are determined to succeed for you.…
Story in short #9 (Whispered Words)
She was sat on the bonnet of my car when I got home. I walked past her. “Hey,” she said, as I reached the door, and the key stopped in the lock. I stared into the knocker, where I could see my reflection, bulbous and golden. “Hey,” she said again, less assertively. I turned to look…
The Hairless Meanderings of Edward Lock (12)
(12) I can see the curve of Kit’s breasts beneath the towel she has wrapped around herself. Water from her hair drips and runs along her neck which I follow into her cleavage like the contours of a map. She catches me staring. “What were you doing in the garden?” she asks. I give it…
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.…
The Hairless Meanderings of Edward Lock (11)
(11) I’m sat at the bottom of the garden. It’s early evening and Kit is in the shower. My phone is in my hand clenched in white sweat. There isn’t much time. “Hello, this is Edward Lock from Howel’s Insurance. Am I speaking to Cora Myoko-Smith?” I don’t let her answer, ‘I work for Christian…
Seal Matches 