A little of this and a bit more

Alan Crawford presents twisted short and some longer stories for adults, with quite a number of his rants and observations as well.

Several curious people, really it’s just one, asked me how or where the ideas came from. Thankfully there’s no clear answer. When the trousers, mind, or weather conditions suit such things, the computer opens, a page appears, and it starts to flow. See menu for the main Short Stories.


Debbie or Jill

Reading Time: 4 minutes

Debbie had choices to make. Difficult life changing choices, for Debbie or Jill. Any action will have major ramifications. What to do? When to do it? And how may it flow from the turmoil of her twisted mind? Debbie was very twisted – troubled and completely unsure of her role in current events.

Debbie reflected on her confusion, sadness and a sense of dread had swept over her like a wet coat salvaged from the gutter. Even a stink of anger started its way into her thinking. She was sitting alone in her dank room, washed with blinking lights from that shit hole abandoned house next door. Debbie wore her favourite track suit pyjama combo and didn’t care that she hand’nt bathed in a few days – she couldn’t even remember when the last wash served its purpose.

Her head was aching from the vodka she thought would help. It only laid her out flat, comatose on the floor, but it did allow her to sleep, while she pissed her pants. Even that personal disgrace failed to wake her.

Which one Debbie or Jill

What to do?

Young Debbie finally took a shower. The urine stain and smell forced her to do something. The change of clothes, some breakfast, even though it was 7 o’clock at night, was the trigger to think again. That’s all she seemed to do, not do – but think. Why the fuck can’t she sort it out. Someone had said “write out the issues and don’t forget the forest while focusing on the trees”… Well that’s what Debbie thought it was, maybe it was focus on the tree and forget the forest. Did it really matter ? One piece at a time she thought as she sat on the lounge.

The reassuring noise from the TV helped her to settle but it was distracting. Twice she lost herself in the latest episode of her favourite show, recorded for her viewing pleasure and blinking lovingly to attract her distraction. So what’s the most important or largest thing to change, one that will affect all the rest of the shit she was swimming in? Metaphorically of course.

Debbie started writing a list:

  • perceived lack of money
  • relationship with her Mother
  • health
  • depression
  • lack of self esteem
  • alcohol intake
  • appearance

On getting to this last bit, she sighed … “That’s one big list of major fuck ups” .. Which are the trees and is the whole lot the forest”… Debbie went to the kitchen and made herself a drink while the TV did its thing and presented another distraction. Strong drink and good TV seemed to overtake any sensible decision making. Her flat looked like a hoarder’s treasure trove. Possessions gathered that stayed where they fell, had grown or been thrown. The housekeeping award she laughed, would be given to others today.

She would receive a condemned property award – just like that crap hole next door. Debbie got roaringly drunk yet again and passed out. She missed the door bell which was screaming out like an air raid siren.

Where to now?

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I'm an increasingly grumpy old fart posting rants, observations and trying to write somewhat twisted short and slightly longer stories for adults. All rights reserved unless otherwise credited © Alan Crawford - 2024

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