Category Archives: Prose fiction

One Shoe Stanley

I’m Roland. I sit in the lounge downstairs and watch the TV, mostly. It’s been the same thing on for the last 3 days. Just a chessboard picture of test-card squares and a constant high pitched squeal. I don’t know … Continue reading

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Duplex (freewrite)

A thought pulses across a sparkling void. Above the flat panels of rusty metal, particles of light began to dance. The movement became more numerous, more complex, along with the rising wail of long-dormant power cells hidden behind the orange-brown … Continue reading

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Untitled character sketch

The kitchen door was ajar. Light seeped through the gap and laid in a pencil-beam across the dark hallway. Leonard only had a small flat, with no upstairs that didn’t belong to someone else. The short, artfully clinical hallway had … Continue reading

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Life Size (nsfw?)

‘Oi Kev, pass us the salt.’ ‘You what?’ ‘Pass us the salt.’ ‘It’s pass us the salt please, you fucking animal.’ Gary Wilde laughed and his face seemed to inflate. He shook his head and it set his jowly features … Continue reading

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Perfidy

It’s always worse in the late afternoon.  I don’t know why, God knows I don’t.  I’ll be sitting in the old armchair – you know, the one with the wing-back I’m always going on about.  Anyway, I’ll be sitting looking … Continue reading

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Weatherman (freewrite)

I thought they said the sun would shine today. Why do they even bother? The sun didn’t shine, the crowds didn’t come to the park, and there are easter eggs going soggy in the bushes. I’ve got a raincoat, but … Continue reading

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What a Wonderful World

The rain kept falling.. Huge fat spheres of watery dirt that until recently had been streaking through the sky reached the climax of their journey with a muffled plop. Kevin yelped a little but his profanity was muffled by the … Continue reading

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