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”
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You just need to have faith – a short story in less than 100 words
“You just need to have faith,” my parents told me. I shrugged. Whatever. Continue reading “You just need to have faith – a short story in less than 100 words”
Colin’s Party – Illustrated short story, versions, 1 and 2
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”
Andy the Ant -a short story from 2005
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.”
Colin the Weevil -a short story
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.
Arthur Berth the After Birth – a short story
AAAAAnd I’m gonna put this behind a cut, as it’s gross.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I remember writing this (1999?) and I remember being really happy with it. Now I share it with the internet, perhaps foolishly.
Arthur Berth the After Birth
Arthur Berth came from very humble beginnings. Mr and Mrs Berth worked in a refuse reclamation facility in Notting Hill.
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John the Dung beetle – a short story
This was based on a manager I particularly despised when I worked in the trains.
John the Dung beetle
John liked being a dung beetle.
He smoked a dung pipe. He slept in dung. He lived in dung. He had the personality of dung.
One day he got eaten by a cow, and was turned into dung.
It suited him immensely.
Murry the Puddle – a short story from 1999
Another Angus Oblong style short surreal story. Murry was my friend’s nickname and I have no idea about the rest of the context.
Murry the Puddle
Murry was a small, dark puddle.
It would sit in gutters all day and splash you as you walked past it.
It listened to boy bands.
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Kellie the Crypt Ghost – a short story
I am often baffled by things I have written in my past. This would have been written around 1999 based on some other context that came with the print out. I would have written this directly after having just read Creepy Susie and 13 other tales for Troubled Children, by Angus Oblong. It’s pretty much in that style. I have quite a few of these.
I actually have bought art from Angus Oblong, I have a pair of matching portraits that I have over my dresser in my room, and I bought a cat painting, actually for Kellie.. It’s surreal and fun.
Kellie the crypt-ghost.
Kellie died a very unpleasant death.
It made her cross.
Crash Space – a modern Novel
I have published Crash Space via smashwords!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/893134.
The blurb:
“Rusel is a bisexual, non-binary nerd, who just wants to have a good time and coast through a life filled with sex, role-playing, and pranks. It’s a great shock then to find that someone dislikes them enough to attempt murder.
Who does Rusel know who would dislike them enough to kill? What on earth could be the motive? Could it be one of the housemates or an ex partner with a grudge?
Rusel downplays their impact on other’s lives, and navigates a life filled with parties, social events, drugs, complicated housemate relationships, and jokes gone awry. Motives are exposed and must be dealt with before the next attempt is made.”
Some things I want to say about this novel:
This story evolved a lot since it’s inception in something like 2010 and I worked on it on and off for years; to be honest I changed in a lot of my viewpoints from 6 year-ago-me to now-me. Largely I realised how ingrained misogyny was in my reading and thinking habits (despite me thinking I was a bit of a feminist). I rewrote so much of this to make it not like that.
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