Jono went in hard with a two footed challenge that sent Eddie sprawling to the floor. He smashed his head on the turf as the studs on Jono’s boots opened up a gash on his leg. Eddie cried in pain as he clutched his bleeding leg, ‘sorry, mate’ Jono said as he walked away. His … Continue reading Sunday Match
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Spokes
Laying on their side just off the path, the bicycles rested on the warm earth; the wheels gently spun in the light breeze. The once well trodden path, was now barely visible through the encroaching weeds. Through the trees laughter could be heard, distant but unmissable; a sound that had not graced the woods since … Continue reading Spokes
Atlas shrugged.
Punished by the mighty Zeus, Atlas strode through the coldness of space, carrying us through time on his shoulders. Labouring under the weight, he bore us past planets and moons in orbit. Comets struck his body, disfiguring his skin with pock marks, his body covered in the dirt of the universe. Circling the Sun, half … Continue reading Atlas shrugged.
Stan
Cathy leant against the frame of the open window ‘Have you made bread? Make bread,’ she ordered. A wisp of smoke from her cigerette drifted away through the window. Stan shuffled forward from the corner and carefully took out the ingredients from the cupboards, laying them out on the work surface by the bread maker. … Continue reading Stan
Laugh or Cry
Shitz and Gigglez - The Adult Clowns turned up to the party in their battered and rusty station wagon. It’d taken them over an hour to drive up the winding road and they were pissed. As they pulled into the drive, they saw the distinctive matte black van of their arch nemeses, Spliffz and Stonez … Continue reading Laugh or Cry
The Passenger
Mazzy rushed towards the closing doors and threw herself at the gap, her plastic bag full of clothes barely making it through. She put her hands on her knees and bent over trying to steady her breath. The train began to leave the station and she stood up and leant back against the cold glass … Continue reading The Passenger
Roses Are Red
The beautiful song of the morning birds was brutally and dispassionately drowned out by the sound of lawn mowers. Margaret was halfway through picking the infestation of aphids off her roses, when her neighbour, Mr Carter, wheeled out his lawnmower and joined in the artificial racket. Margaret sighed and continued with the roses. When she … Continue reading Roses Are Red
Mulberry Tree
Even here the fester could be smelt, clinging to the breeze like loved ones to their deceased. But the wind did not keen as they did, not this day. Not in high summer, which was usually so rejoiced and welcome. But the grass though, that swayed, easy as ever, and the shadow of the Mulberry … Continue reading Mulberry Tree
My name is Isabella,
And it started slow and harmless, a curiosity of noises. It weren’t nothin but the sounds of nature and a summer breeze humming in the trees. We had a rhythm of life that kissed the earth and breathed the clouds; swingin easy in the seasons and rollin with the tides. Isaac farmed and hunted durin … Continue reading My name is Isabella,
The Woman in Yellow
I finished the sandwich, then threw it in the bin and leaned on the railing of the concourse. For a while I intently watched the giant clock on the wall, as if through sheer concentration and will power I could turn the hands and make the train arrive sooner. My phone rang in my pocket, … Continue reading The Woman in Yellow
