I open my eyes

I open my eyes. The ceiling is covered in cork tiles that appear to have been there for a while. A dried up water stain spreads across a number of…

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Under the brick – short story

The following extract comes from the last few entries of a diary I found under a brick at 23 Victoria Grove. We had just moved in and I was cleaning…

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A funny thing happened

“I don’t know,” she said to the young male shop assistant who was offering to supersize her drink. “I don’t really want twice as much. I don’t think I would…

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Monkey wife

I am a man who likes order and routine and I keep to one every day. I arise at 6.00am, toilet, have two large glasses of water, drag the dog…

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My father’s lollies

1. My Father was a great gardener. He could make vegetables sprout from the most unaccommodating soil. The aroma of fertiliser (just a nice name for chicken or horse shit)…

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I am the invisible man

I am the invisible man. I have been invisible all my life. I walk past cars and they don’t notice me. Tall buildings that stand regally in the sun, don’t…

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A pocket pebble

I have a small, bronze coloured stone. It’s really a pebble, and it is the size and shape of a thimble that I have kept in my pocket for years.

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Someone in the room – A short story

She hears her child’s call through the darkness, from a far off place as if in a dream. It’s really just from the bedroom across the corridor, through a layer…

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William Jamison The Turd

The year is 1939. A young boy follows his mother into a Doctor’s Surgery. She is carrying a small tin, the lid painstakingly illustrated with bottles of wine. The boy…

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Another tear on the road to success

I was travelling to work on the Tram the other day. What I normally do is I read. The ride in gives me time to catch upon those things that…

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