Wednesday, 30 September 2009

The Conspiracy

Random Story ImageI looked down at the dead body, her green dress mingled with the red of blood. Looking back  I was too silent, the body as stiff as hers, both our eyes dry. I longed to scream, as once we did between silken sheets, or in the poppy field at dawn.

Friday, 25 September 2009

Age before beauty

Random Word: Nana
Grace pulled the curtains and waved him to the bed. She was soon naked not caring what sagged where. The last time everything had pointed up on its own, Kennedy had got shot. What counted was that he was young and definitely nothing was sagging. Hmm, Nana wanted…Nana got.

When does God approve of Kissing?

Random Story ImageTwo teenage friends in the 1940’s
Fredrick : Why can’t boys kiss?
Harold: They can.
Fredrick: What boys kiss boys?
Harold: Yuk no. Its wrong in the eyes of God.
Fredrick I thought God loved you?
Harold : He does.
Fredrick: So if you kiss and love, He must approve?

Thursday, 24 September 2009

The Dreams of Kings

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‘Sire, did you dream last night as the witch foretold?,’ asked the Night Lord.
           The King looked at the couriers but did not speak. His eyes lost in shadows.
           ‘His Highness is cursed,’ they cried, many even with real concern. Or were they the better liars, trusting no living King.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Switch and the Dark Tower

Switch halted at the door. He was out of breath and out of time- theRandom Story Image screams of Help me had stopped. 
           ‘Emolley hold on I am coming.’ He charged at the door with his shoulder that creaked but held. 
            ‘Cut. Sorry darling,the  bloody door should have come off.’

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

The past may not be your future

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'Once this was a lake where fish were like a slither of snakes.'
            'What else old timer?'
            Craig could see that the boys were sand runners and the girl was something… more dangerous. 'We burned in the sun.'
            The children laughed at this nonsense from the time of cold skies.

Monday, 21 September 2009

Four Jaws you don’t forget

'Random Story ImageThey hunt in fours but divide into singles to corner you.’
Rosemary knew—she had lost a finger to one. Hearing the rosters, she jumped up. 'Sir, I want to partner up with Kawasaki when we go south.'
Sitting down, she smiled. Her growing babies would enjoy his bones.

Friday, 18 September 2009

Love at the movies

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‘Don’t you just love it when the good guy wins,’ Ryan said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from Meryl’s  carton -his had kept the trailers unheard. 
           Meryl, just chewed her gum.
           On the screen, Bret smashed the UV ray-gun and turning saw her—his reason for crossing over to flesh world.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Guesthouse Manners


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'Don't look now but that little madam has had a second orange juice.'
            Harold turned round.
            May manage to say, 'Good Morning, nice view isn’t it.'
            'Harold,' she hissed, 'Thank you! I'll have to chat now.’
            Harold just shrugged, women always made it so complicated—he’d just smile and ignore.

Monday, 14 September 2009

Looks aren't everything


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Zelda wiped the grease away from her mouth, she has real class, before saying, 'You don’t want to cross Hash Brown's woman. She did a John Bobbitt, if you get my drift.' 
            I didn't. She just sighed and said something about lights being on but they weren't, it was noon.

Sunday, 13 September 2009

Script conference from Hell

Random Story ImageYou’ll be Texas toast when I get you.’
‘Where's the bloody writer.’
‘What can’t you understand now?’
‘What he’s saying, the character is supposed to be Cool not some Beverley Hill twink.’
‘Its a metaphor!’
‘God, to think I turned down Spielberg for this crock.’
‘It’s not what I heard.’

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Sticks and stones

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‘I ain't firing blanks, its yor eggs that are scrambled.'
            He regretted saying it, as soon as he saw her eyes empty
            'I'm sorry, let me—’
            'Just go and stay with yor brother. Shame it's too late to swop, at least he wer better in bed then you ever managed.'

Friday, 11 September 2009

The first step

'Are you knowndrunks-1?' 
            The words slapped him. What accept that drink doesn’t killed the pain—it merely distracts 
            'Let yourself be known by your own words' 
             Rick, looked up to the outstretched hand, hesitated, then turned to pick up his bottle and walk away. ' Do you know?, echoed his footsteps.

Thursday, 10 September 2009

Your Family

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Because they're family is all that Mike got whenever he complained about sharing toys with  some lousy cousin from the sticks. 
            As a teenager, he saw it as a fat lie. He was gay. Families like his hated queers.
            When he came out, they just shrugged—he was family.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Sunday Pancakes

'Why can't Random Story Imagewe make a Frisbee', Maise said. It was the Sunday drought and only morally uplifting activities such as cooking were parent approved.
            Harry tentatively asked 'how?' 
            'Easy we make pancakes with plaster rather then flour.'
             Looking back Harry saw that 'no way' was what he should have said.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

What we did as kids

The crash got them running. Old man Coles was treacle slow buRandom Story Imaget he could hit flies a mile away once cocked up. Gasping hard, they jumped over the hedge ripping modesty away as bullets thundered past.
           Later when asked at school each said, 'No, not me' with a practised innocence.

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Listen and you will learn

‘Prof JRandom Story Imageackson, folks. Put your hands together for the professor.’ 
           ‘So Prof, what made you a Nobel prize winner?’
           ‘It was when I was eight years old—’
           ‘Now folks did you know what you wanted at eight. Isn't that wonderful.’
           ‘Thanks and my father woke—’ 
           ‘Yes folks, clap for Dads…’

Friday, 4 September 2009

A Song to live by


Random Story Image Only her face shone in the stage lights, the moon to the audience's stars as recording lenses sparkled back. Her note broke the silence of death to summon hope. Out of the darkness came the answer, a deep despair to her joy—both voices merging in a hymn to life.

Wednesday, 2 September 2009


'What did dad do,' asked Jack smiling up at her.Random Story Image.2
            She dreaded the innocent questions. How do you explain, a drunkard fumble with neither party remembering what was loosened until one of them suddenly knew what was tighten.

He felt her lie long before he knew how to forgive her.