A perfect world
Julie stands at a sink filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles from the sweet lemon smelling washing up liquid. A plastic flower covered apron protects her impeccably ironed cream shirt. She hums a song quietly to herself amazed at just how content she truly is. She turns to her Daughter Poppy, Ten [...]
Creative writing part two
Hello dear treasures and welcome to a once again new and improved blog!! Do you like it? the Baldone is overjoyed with it (Took five hours and i did cry at one point) anyway enough with the showing off lets start on todays topic shall we? further few thoughts on the joy and despair of [...]
One Hundred
Alex crawled slowly through the trench, a putrid mixture of water and the remains of the fallen, gagging on the sweet cloying smell of death. Its walls painted in a myriad of colours, red, green, bone white and brown. He slips on what once had been a man, his face engulfed in its putrefying [...]
A care plan for the bald one
Hello my friends, the bald one has returned! Yay I here you cry (well in my bald head anyway) A big thank you to my lovely guest post people, thank you and thank you. The bald one has not been great recently (I hear you crying and sobbing) and so I have decided to approach [...]
Fallen a short story part twelve
Part Eleven Perhaps raced is not the most accurate of descriptions, we limped adrenaline leaving our bodies, shock slowly sinking in at we had done and just survived. “Pixie, here rest here” I gasped pulling her into the welcoming shadow of a large doorway. “Oh shit Fallen, what are we going to do? I just [...]
Fallen a short story part eleven
Part Ten We entered a small room at the top of the stairs, a guard held out his hands while the other kept us covered with his weapon. “Give me your guns” he said. I reached into my pocket very slowly, withdrew my gun and handed it to him. He turned to Pixie “now you” [...]
The Boss
Hello again my lovely little lambs of lusciousness, how are you all? that’s great that really is, but let us make haste to the important thing, namely me or I oh you know me/I. Well what can I tell you? I had a splendid weeks holiday so nice in fact I took an extra two [...]
Apology dear friends
Well my good friends and fellow lovers of words. My blog does seem to have been taken over by the ever growing entity which is my less then short story. It seems quite popular though for which i offer my humble thanks. I hope you can all forgive me and persevere. The end sadly is [...]
Short story a work in progress part ten
Part Nine For A to the G Happy Birthday mate I took her silence as a yes, so we stayed in the queue. Shortly we arrived at the large door and its guards. They looked Pixie up and down in a way I did not like, me they just sneered at, my hand tightened on [...]
Short story a work in progress part nine
Part Eight Through a combination of terror, lack of sleep or maybe dust Pixie faints, taking us all by complete surprise. Larry is now pointing his gun at an empty space, and somehow mine is in my hand pointing straight at Larry, who seemingly calm and collected throughout drops his gun and calmly sits down [...]
Niggles not giggles
[poll id="2"]Howdy there partners, today as a special treat respite from my story of a man called Fallen. Still untitled, a poll now graces my blog with three suggestions for a title. Please help an old bald man out and have a go or suggest your own. Anyway lets get back to the old routine [...]
Short story a work in progress part eight
Part Seven Suitably told I know my place and sit next to a burnt out car. I take time to smoke a cigarette, and hold my old gun in my hand. Something I swore I would never do again. Without thinking my hands go through the motions of checking everything works and it has a [...]
Short story a work in progress part seven
Part Six The drive is pleasant enough I guess, makes a change from walking. But the smell of the police car brings back more memory’s then the vodka can numb. Pixie sits in complete silence the whole journey, either resigned to her fate or just pissed off. Even A who is or used to be [...]
Short story a work in progress part five
Part One I woke up as usual with a terrible feeling of disorientation in my mind, and a foul taste in my mouth. One eye painfully and slowly cracked open to be met with a sea of brown. My sense of smell bombarded with a strangely familiar smell. With great effort I lifted my head, [...]
A poem
Hello my most prized of possessions, after the success of my short story (such kind comments) I have tried my hand at poetry, just for a wonderful lady and fear not her poetry much better than my own attempt. Please click here to find her wonderful site or indeed click on the badge that graces [...]
Short story a work in progress part four
Part One I woke up as usual with a terrible feeling of disorientation in my mind, and a foul taste in my mouth. One eye painfully and slowly cracked open to be met with a sea of brown. My sense of smell bombarded with a strangely familiar smell. With great effort I lifted my head, [...]
