Category Archives: short story

When The Cost Of Making Bread Was Astronomical

A little nonsense while I’m skiing ‘Re-entry In 20 minutes. You ok, Rod?’ Rod Hovis stared at the bulkhead, hearing the beast beyond, imagining it clawing, oozing and, above all, growing. The distortion on the metal was intense. Soon either … Continue reading

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What Brexit Will Do For Our Bread

This is another story from the upcoming collection of 2018 short fiction ‘Gah.’ ‘I’m sorry Your Crustiness, but he insists on seeing you.’ Cob, The Arch Dough of Bakersville hung his head. He looked around the Palace, with its columns … Continue reading

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Life As We Know It

Another story from the upcoming collection of Life Sentences… ‘Hello?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘You need to open the door.’ ‘Door?’ ‘Can you see it?’ ‘Yes, But…’ ‘Pull it open and I’ll explain.’ ‘But who… why? My dog. Where’s Bonkers?’ ‘Please, just open … Continue reading

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The Curious Buttocks Of Norris Skiffle

I’ve started pulling together another collection of short fiction from what I wrote on my blog in 2018 to follow on from Life In A Flash and Life In A Conversation. This will be provisionally called Life Sentences and the … Continue reading

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Surprise surprise #blogbattle #clone

Penstemon Stromboli peered round the curtain at the UPS man as he struggled up the drive with the package. She didn’t recall ordering anything and certainly nothing so large. Though she thought, as the delivery man checked the label and … Continue reading

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Six days before the nuptials.

This is entirely fictional… of course Return from walking the dog to accusations of not pulling my weight. Suggest that First of Her Name might like to walk dog who has for the last hour been constantly pulling my weight … Continue reading

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Corona: Part Thirteen

Part Thirteen Christopher checked his small bag. Water, the cup that Janice had used, the transfer paper. Check. As he turned out of the cul-de-sac where he lived he pulled up the hood on his anorak. Fifty yards ahead he … Continue reading

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