Young lovers
There wasn’t much that could be said about the young lovers. The date had reached its natural conclusion, it wasn’t as either thought it would be.
This is the fourth collection of weird, strange, sometimes humorous short stories. It grew from short stories one.
There wasn’t much that could be said about the young lovers. The date had reached its natural conclusion, it wasn’t as either thought it would be.
This is posted on behalf of an imaginary friend – Warren who created and then closed a personal site www.blogofwarren.com
I’m in pain. That could be a wonderful start to the next story, Doctor and Ralph. The Doctor wanted to write about a realistic scenario.
Jerry had a headache and yes it was a very bad headache. One he’s had one for what seemed to be months on end. He takes drugs, legal drugs and still struggles to get through a day without needing more.
Last drinks for the four desperate men left sitting at the bar. The Fat Pigeon pub had shut but they’d been granted a lock-in for no reason in particular.
Ruth wandered about the backyard deciding if she should kill herself. She also thought of the shopping she had to do today. Killing herself may be a bit drastic.
How does the end justify the means? How does an action reflect, cause or repeat the action before it? Michael is a Muslim.
This positive step backwards in my wellbeing, I’ll relate a recent experience of arriving completely on a whim to a local pub. It was a pub night.
Dave had a tremendously small problem, it was bashing about in the boot. Annoyingly the use of the word tremendous or tremendously had become a meme of its own.
Andrew ran and he ran and he kept on running. Not really running from, or to anything, just running for its own sake. He was like that Forest Gump character.
He decided to look around him
He’d document what he saw. William wrote a boring post about the hum drum of a suburban existence.
But not for long it turned out. One had longer to go than the other. He was enduring his last moments alive. She could hold on, or at least she thought so.
It may only take a short time and he only have a few years left. The past 55 odd years were wild, calm, anxious, sexy, boring, tedious and action packed all served up in varied amounts and intensity.
T’was the night before Wednesday and it dawned on Frank that Tuesday was good for pizza. All the local shit shops who willingly dragged themselves into a franchise nightmare had been reducing the price of their wholesome-less fare. Yes, she was a wonderful lover but had rubbish pizza. Some pizza shops, interestingly called restaurants, could … Read more
A killer writing about some mundane killers and the buying of some electronics. A nothing day, the same nothing that defies nothing, no really, just nothing.
I have no use for tools. I’ve tried, but found my less than perfect results, my lack of experience and inadequate tools a constant source of frustration.
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