“Good morning Zebra” said lion, drinking deep from the murkiness of the water hole, “you look particularly well today” Zebra looked across at lion warily, she knew his type all too well. “Steady on there […]
Secondly, and perhaps more obviously, I would again press as to why my husband is now on what is quite obviously a dangerous undertaking. He did not take either a proper coat or sturdy shoes,
I Just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone that has clicked, read, liked and followed me since I turned up on here just a couple of weeks ago.
When Yako spent his food-creds on the lottery he knew it was their last chance of escaping the bleak existence of Earth.
Now as it turns out, across the collective 11256 recognised civilisations registered at the Central Galactic Office for Sentience more than two thirds have something culturally equivalent to a nice cup of tea.
“Bloody hell Charlie! his father shouted, dragging himself upright. “Could you not just give me 5 more minutes like I asked?” His head pounded and Charlie could smell the cigarettes on his breath. “Why cant you just be patient?”
“Do I really have to go out again today?” Mina asked, already knowing the answer but hoping that today might be the day when she wouldn’t have to go out onto the streets.
There were lots of things that he couldn’t remember any more, no matter how hard he tried.
“All I really wanted to do was spend a bit more time down the pub and read a bit, but you should see my foxtrot, I’m not bad you know”
On Mondays I like to allow myself a little more freedom from the discipline of the more structured writing schedule that I have set for myself and simply do something stupid.
I did some research, worried that smelling like Satan’s anus might be a permanent fixture…
“I think that today I shall stay in the pool” said Hippo as the sun began to creep over the horizon, a fiery line drawn against the silhouette of the hills beyond.
“Imagine the world as a sheet of double ply toilet paper.” Ichabod continued, “This world is one sheet and the other sheet is one of countless others. I exist in-between those two sheets.”
“As scientific explanations go” Armitage snapped, “that is bloody awful!” His breathing quickened, his head started to pound and he started to feel sick again.
Today I walked past your old house and thought of you. With it’s red brick wall and it’s grey slate roof it looked just as it did all those years ago when we first met
That Christmas I asked for a typewriter, thinking that I had found my calling, and I bashed out a few teen angst inspired poems about solitude and rainy days …
“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.
They say one should write about what one knows, so I I think I shall perhaps write about being fat.
Alex stood frozen. Looking across the empty lanes of the motorway he could see his brother’s red Mustang, crumpled and twisted, steam billowing from the radiator. His first thought was “Mum and dad are going […]
I, like most of you , am probably prone to over exaggeration. If I were to say “I am going to kill the kids if they leave a towel on the bathroom floor again” then […]
“A scotch egg is not a fruit!” Wednesday insisted forcefully, “it is an egg wrapped in sausage meat then crumbed and deep fried!”
King high, full house, empty pockets. https://nicolaauckland.com/2017/07/15/sometimes-stellar-storyteller-six-word-story-challenge-72/#comment-7859
If the cold stone steps could speak they would tell a tale of generations past; of family; of love; of loss and of time that slips by in the blink of an eye. Worn by […]
I would often think that my first born was a fussy eater. From the earliest age he would take a spoonful of the lovingly prepared broccoli and tuna paste I had whipped up and spit […]
Abel watched intently through the crack in the door as his father paced the floor, a fist full of unpaid bills clenched in his hand, brow furrowed and eyes downcast “May, there are simply too many of […]
>A fellow from Bangor I met Had a shirt that was soaked through with sweat As he’d been on the run From a priest and a nun And a Bishop whos wife he got […]