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.…

ON HATING POETRY

I used to despise poetry. I refused to read it, let alone write it. For three years I studied poetry at university, because for whatever reason, I was half decent at analysing the stuff. Plagued by “this happens because of this,” or, “don’t write that, you can’t do that in a poem unless you’re experienced,”…

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…

frog with orange hair

Frog with orange hair sat in the tub by the window. Stop watching me. You will only make me blush.   Frog with orange hair do not make me blush. I become gas clouds behind sun.   Frog with orange hair watch me turn around. I can’t face you. I will only make you blush.

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.…

THERE ARE NO RULES IN WRITING

I see so many people writing articles about what to do and what not to do when you’re writing.  These may be helpful for a new writer, but it is best to break free of these rules as soon as possible. The very purpose of writing is to break those rules. Stamp on them. Take…

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 #6 (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Anticipation There was a study conducted that suggests dogs know when their owner is coming home. A psychic link between owner and owned. I feel like a dog now, at the window, waiting for you. Only I know you’re coming, because you told me so. My heart is hiccuping. I can’t stop my fingers…

found poetry

Now he’s developing his own personality, you know. It’s sort of there. It’s not really a blokey thing. She carried him around for nine months, you know.   What’s the difference? My lips get chapped in the winter. I have Vaseline in the car. This is better, my lips get so chapped. Yeah, but I…