The existence of the crowd around me as I resist the loudness and sound. My endocrine
glands leak panic, my face glitters and is frantic, and my flesh displays outward pleasure, manic
“Pleased to see you, it’s been too long!” – I air-kiss and grasp arms and wish myself away
as I stay, and my talk is small and empty and so is theirs, my feet hurt and my drink is empty
Continue reading “Work Party – a poem”
What i like about literature (and poetry) is that a good piece uses words to describe a scene without unnecessary adverbs or adjectives. Once you start shoving them in, it’s probably indicative of either lazy writing or having to plug the story with words to get up the word count- and I’m going to get annoyed at the book pretty fast.
I’m not saying descriptions or world building are not required, but they need to be well written, and not just sticking an adjective or two before a noun.
Take these examples:
Continue reading “Excessive adjectives – a short rant”
The email contained proof that her husband was cheating. She felt sick to her stomach. Continue reading “Proof -a short story in less than 100 words”
I have periodically dabbled in illustrations of stories, combining art-me and writing-me. I have thought I wanted to be an illustrator but I know now I don’t. Continue reading “Colin’s Party – Illustrated short story, versions, 1 and 2”
In the context of “I am going through my folder marked ‘stories’ and finding short stories I have written that are not dreadful, but by no means are they great, and publishing them because why not”- I give you this one from 2005. I do not remember writing this at all.
Andy the Ant
Andy the Ant was very much liked by his friends who lived in The Cupboard, but they all agreed that he was a little odd.
“I’m not odd!” he argued with Zen the Butterfly, while sticking his shoes to his feet with a bit of adhesive tape.. “This is perfectly normal. I just broke my shoelaces, and my shoes keep falling off.”
Continue reading “Andy the Ant -a short story from 2005”
I wrote a lot of stories about Colin the Weevil, including a novella, which I may actually tidy up and publish. I have illustrated some of the stories I’ve written – occurs to me I’ve never published any of it. Huh. Must get on that.
This was the story that started it. Again, 1999 or so. Based on Colin and Andy, who I clearly was hanging out a lot with back then.
Colin the Weevil
Colin was a weevil who lived in the Flour Barrel in the Kitchen Cupboard.
He was obsessed with flour.
Continue reading “Colin the Weevil -a short story”