Linus King, or Lingus Dingus as his meagre collection of friends called him,stared at his journal. The empty pages mocked him. He was scared to put the nib of the pen against the paper because once he started he didn't know if he could stop. He fought against the urge scrawl words about the darkness …
Category: Writing
Numb
The guy sat beside me on the bench reckoned the dog's name was Scooter. Not that I believed him. He was an ass hole. His voice grated on my nerves and everything he said ended with "...I reckon." He couldn't stop scratching his hair and face, every few seconds a stray hand rose to pick …
Hoist the Birthday Flag!
Glittering cracker jacks shock the sky. Red silk banners. Rippling in reply. Hands raised on deck. Cheering. Celebrating. Champagne corks burst. Froth and sparkle. Music booms. Dancers sway. Happy faces. The Indigo Spider sets sail. Ahoy! This short story was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press – a challenge to write between 50 and …
Letter to my New Born Self
Dear Young David, I've pondered long and hard about how I would start writing a letter to you, my younger self, and what I would say to you. And after mulling over all the grand openings and introductions I finally settled on this: Hey little fella, welcome to the world! It's the best I could …
They Die At The End.
Yvonne waited for her opponent to make up his mind. She didn't attempt to hide her subtle smile. He might mistake her amusement for a tell but she didn't care. The guy was an idiot and deserved what he got. He was a shitty poker player, big balls, no brains. She knew all his tells …
Dave Farmer 