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From Below

October 2, 2020October 2, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 2 Comments

Dark rain hammered the conservatory roof as he watched in awe. The howling wind whipped the trees into a frenzy, as a shiver ran down his spine. The lights had flickered out 10 minutes before in a shower of sparks as the powerline came down. From the grate in the wall he heard a rustling … Continue reading From Below

Kaleidoscope

September 28, 2020September 29, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Suzie sat down in front of the laptop and placed the coffee in front of her, as a barrier between her and the keyboard. Through the window in front of her, sunlight streamed directly into her eyes, so she reached across the table and yanked the cord that lowered the blinds. After turning on her … Continue reading Kaleidoscope

Tear ‘Em Down

September 16, 2020September 16, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Mossop and Tiddler lay slumbering on their platform high up in the tree. The chorus of birds grew louder and the sun gently peaked through the canopy as the workman began arriving in their trucks and vans. They yawned and stretched as they looked down on the workman congregating around the diggers. In the middle … Continue reading Tear ‘Em Down

Gentleman Jack

September 10, 2020September 10, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Jack sat in his boxers on the bench of the laundrette, watching his clothes tumble in the industrial washing machine. As they sloshed around he picked up the packet of cigarettes from the side and tapped one out. Then after looking around for the lighter, turned back to the washing machine and sighed. As the … Continue reading Gentleman Jack

Perchance to Dream

September 9, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

It first happened on the 7:15 to Paddington. I was in a trance due to a severe lack of sleep; caused not by a rock n’ roll lifestyle, but years of engrained insomnia. As the rhythm of the train pulled me along through the city landscape, with the crowds of people and streams of cars, … Continue reading Perchance to Dream

The Storyteller

September 2, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 2 Comments

Sunlight flooded in through the floor to ceiling windows, picking out floating flecks of dust. Stacks of ragged books towered above him, blocking out the light and casting the paper into shadow. He looked up as the sun began to lower in the sky, thirty minutes, maybe 35 he mumbled. He scribbled furiously, the ink … Continue reading The Storyteller

Autumnal Promise

September 1, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Thomas held on to the handle of the trolley as his mother steered it around the supermarket. Ghouls and skeletons hung from the ceiling and plastic spiders were stuck to the shelves. Their trolley was almost full with the usual groceries, plus packets of brightly coloured sweets and candied fruit. ‘Now?’ he pulled at his … Continue reading Autumnal Promise

Early Learning

August 17, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Leanne and John propped themselves up against a bank of pillows, as morning light streamed in through the windows. John read from a paper, while Leanne rested a tablet against her pregnant belly. ‘Here it is,’ she said, gently nudging him and nodding down to the tablet, ‘we simply have to get one, darling’. John … Continue reading Early Learning

BBQ Weather

August 9, 2020September 1, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

The smell of cooking meat wafted across the garden, over the neighbour’s fences and into their homes. ‘You just can’t beat a good steak,’ Neil declared as he speared a hunk of meat, that was sizzling on the bbq and transferred it to a plate. Something caught Neil’s eye and he looked up from the … Continue reading BBQ Weather

Snow Angels – Pt 1.

August 7, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 3 Comments

As Cormac drew level with the entrance to the psychiatric hospital he slammed on the brake and almost head-butted the steering wheel. He opened the door and stumbled out of the car, smashing his elbow on the edge of the door and landing hard on his knees. ‘Fuck it’ he muttered as he got up … Continue reading Snow Angels – Pt 1.

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