Category Archives: Stories…
…of which hopefully there will be many.
Party: 5
Thud. She remembers the Thud. again; distant, this noise, Thud. but the closest thing she’s ever heard. Thud. There are times she becomes less Thud. aware of it. Thud. Thud. At these times she hears the other things – Thud. … Continue reading →
Party: 4
Shit, she’s coming over. “Hey.” “Hey.” “Mark, isn’t it?” “Yeah –” Dyke. Dyke. Dyke. Fuck, don’t say dyke. Shit, what’s her name? Dyke. Dyke. Dyke. “D-?” Shit. “Rachel.” Smiles. Why’s she fucking beautiful? They’re not supposed to be beautiful. “Yeah, … Continue reading →
Party: 3
She’s standing on that porch with one of those ohmygodwhatamidoinghere feelings in her stomach. She’s taking a sharp breath; realising how loud it is; covering it with a cough. He looks at her: areyoualright – with his quizzical doistillreallycareihopeilooklikeido brow … Continue reading →
Party: 2
Why isn’t she talking? “Yes – you look fine – now can we go?” That wasn’t rude, was it? No. No it wasn’t rude. They were late. Really late. Later than usual. Later than they were expected to be, anyway. … Continue reading →
Party: 1
He eyes the table: crisps, sausage rolls, bread, cheese, dips, pretzels, quiche (why did he do quiche; no one likes quiche), paper plates, napkins, breadsticks, plastic cups (he regrets the plastic cups), bottles of coke, fanta, pepsi, sprite, party rings, … Continue reading →
This.
It’s times like this I wish I’d never learned to sleep. My eyes were never so much richer for staring at the sky; I haven’t eaten for days and I’m more full than I’ve ever been before, I haven’t slept … Continue reading →
So I wanted to write a novel…
Turns out I couldn’t write enough for it to be a novel so it’s a ‘novelette’, apparently, but here it is anyway: Ecce Homo James Varney It is raining. It pours, torrents lashing down in sheets upon the shoulders … Continue reading →
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