“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”
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.
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.
Written in the mid 1990s, I found this in a pile of papers and transcribed it here.
I sit alone in my box.
I have always been in the box. Enclosed in a few cubic metres of air.
I can feel the pressure of my breathing, in and out. My pulse beats, I can hear the rhythm of the blood thrumming in my ears. It’s a soothing noise. Continue reading “Box (a short story)”
The afterlife is no fun.
TeeBeeTe felt a very odd jolt and opened her eyes.
“I’m dead,” she said aloud.
“I died alone. And in pain.”
She considered this for a bit and found she was upset – but having had died horribly didn’t seem to matter any more. What she needed to do was deal with the now, and what was going on now that she’d actually died. Continue reading “Purgatory – a story”