I'm lucky enough to have another short story over on Gobblers/Masticadores this month, a heartfelt thanks to Manuela for publishing. Here's a snippet, click the link to read the rest. Jim stood impatiently in the queue for the beat up old hot dog van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his road dusty jeans, weight … Continue reading The foot long hot dog and the end of days
flash fiction
Pothole Man
Sometimes he digs a holeSometimes he fills it inSometimes he mends the cracks that creep unseen til the road caves inIike any well versed fixer you don’t notice he’s been there but the ground feels a little less bumpy beneath his maintenance and careSome say he isn’t real if you can’t see him at his … Continue reading Pothole Man
Disconnected
I've got an unsettling tech story for you in this months offering to the illustrious online magazine Gobblers/Masticadores. In a strange bit of synchronicity, I couldn't publish this link to it when I planned because we've been disconnected from the internet for a couple of days, perhaps the Universe is trying to tell me something. … Continue reading Disconnected
Check
It's that time again, when my monthly submission to the wonderful Gobblers/Masticadores helps me step out of my comfort zone and put a story out into the world. At my first creative writing class, it was crafting flash fiction stories that sent lightbulbs pinging everywhere, the inspiration that eventually drew me towards setting up a … Continue reading Check
Crouching Tiger Hidden Spider
Crouching tiger, hidden spider, a scream when she’s revealed Eight hairy legs and bulbous body, which a teddy bear had concealed Get it Mum! Shouts everyone, as hysteria starts to take hold Improvised weapons hastily fashioned, magazines tightly rolled Mum calls for calm, pleas to disarm, projecting an aura of zen A spider, she said … Continue reading Crouching Tiger Hidden Spider
Snakes in the Grass
Another story published thanks to the team at Gobblers/Masticadores. The opening paragraphs of this story were written in a creative writing class I took a couple of years ago, but I only recently got round to finishing it. It was inspired by a friend who works with cows, but I hasten to add that the … Continue reading Snakes in the Grass
Robbin’ Hood
Thirteen miles to go at the start line of the race It’s a marathon not a sprint, so I set a steady pace Actually it’s half of that but let’s not get pedantic It’s lit-er-ally figurative, no need to stress semantics But if we’re being honest, I’m in it for the cash I wore a … Continue reading Robbin’ Hood
Carry On Crow
The crow sat still as stone, bathed in silver light Taking in the stillness and the quiet of the night She used to know a time, when solitude held sway But her world had moved on to a different song, life got in the way Every now and then, when it had almost got too … Continue reading Carry On Crow
Target Practice
For some reason I found it entertaining to read this week's offering out loud in the voice of an aristocratic Sergeant Major, perhaps with a surname like Ramsbottom de Pippington, or something equally grand sounding. It's not obligatory, but it is fun. The pigeon had a complex, one could argue rightly so His coos disdained … Continue reading Target Practice
Hazel and the Earthworm
She followed the path without question, as millions before her had doneTook pride in reaching each milestone, as she ticked them off one by oneShe followed the line and rose upwards, strong, straight, steady and trueBut slowly began to falter, as the next milestone vanished from viewShe paused to gather her strength, then picked up … Continue reading Hazel and the Earthworm
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