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. All designed to promote my nonsense, which may be adult in nature but not necessarily mature.

So random this writing

Reading Time: 2 minutesTo say that the story was told was rather premature. It has only just begun. The words had gathered on the page but the Master hadn’t yet spread or laid them out in order of merit, intrigue or even sense. Words like – enormous, incredulous, mist, moist, table or ignored. Simple words ready for action and ready for publication. If only the Master knew how to lay them out, what order, what use or abuse. It was so random this writing.

Learning to write wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The Master reads a lot, talks a lot and has some hardened opinions but that isn’t enough. A lot is a lot, or not ? Could he dribble on about something and watch it become clear as the words fell into place. Why not, he’d done that before, a-lot. So why not this time, what was it about these words that had tumbled from his snappy fingers.

Maybe it was that the words had no meaning. sure they meant something, but no meaning to him today. Tomorrow’s words might be better, but maybe not. Tomorrow meant putting off today. What is today’s topic then ? What brings the words into focus. Who cares ? That was a comment once, who cares ? Well the Master cared. He cared too much. Those words used that day meant something and it’s a shame that today seems like the words mean nothing.

Bill sat watching the morning’s television offerings. His monster television sat on his enormous coffee table. It was obvious that the largely ignored protagonists in the drama that was being broadcast, endured the drivel and sat back in their chairs, bored out of their minds. They looked just like the numb and dumb waiter that lurked in this dank and empty restaurant. The incredulous bystander standing outside in the cool and overpowering mist, seemed to be looking in ( and fogging up ) the dirty windows.

This saturated stranger drooled while pretending to breathe in the moist lamb roasts that were cooling down on the kitchen counter. Sweaty lamb and gravy was just what Peter needed for lunch. The deep throated voice over shattered bill’s concentration”

So the master has mangled the words into something, something’s better than nothing, but is it enough ? Maybe not, but he’ll try again tomorrow.

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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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10/05/2012 07:10

I can dig it. One of your better random posts 🙂

11/05/2012 17:12
Reply to  Hansi

thanks mate – i do keep trying … 😉

07/04/2019 03:38

goodness – tbaoo is blushing .. cheers 😉

07/05/2012 17:55

I know that this is a random post but I actually liked it.

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09/05/2012 15:31
Reply to  eve

I really liked it too. tbaoo is so creative and I love all the posts he has written.

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