The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Apprenticed To My Mother
Tag Archives: Carrot Ranch Congress of Rough Writers
Bench Life #carrotranch
Trees don’t count in hours but in rings. Colin had fifty-two rings and had watched the bench for twenty. Tears and flowers at the start but the old woman stopped coming. Lovers, amateur artists, lost souls and found hearts. So … Continue reading
That Dessert Will Be The Death Of Me #carrotranch
That Dessert Will Be The Death Of Me ‘What we got, Rog?’ ‘Suspicious death. Victim was suffocated. No sign of the perp.’ ‘Strangled? Gas? Drowning.’ ‘Looks like the last one only…’ ‘Only…?’ ‘Not the usual sort, you know in water?’ … Continue reading
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The Barriers To Love #carrotranch
Dorinda knew falling for someone rendered inert by illness made no sense. She sat and learned about his unremarkable life, loving him for it. Talking and singing, she attended his needs. She couldn’t explain her curious infatuation but it fulfilled … Continue reading
Kingdoms, Koalas and all that #carrotranch #morganandlogan
‘They’re updating Shakespeare’s Richard III. He’s no longer the baddy.’ ‘A modern setting?’ ‘I suppose.’ ‘Somewhere with unspeakably awful politicians?’ ‘Australia?’ ‘They’re just called silly names like flymo. No, the US. You’ve warring houses, a King who’s pretty bloody awful…’ … Continue reading
Jay Hubbell #carrotranch #microhistory
Jay Hubbell was famous: congressman, judge, mining advocate. He was well-liked, a considerate family man and generous benefactor. But Jay carried a terrible secret. His beard was possessed by a malignant spirt, Orifice the Odiferous who would release odours so … Continue reading
It’s Not About The Paint #carrotranch #flashfiction #morganandlogan
‘You decorating, Logan?’ ‘I was fed up with the colour.’ ‘I always thought it was one of those pretentious ‘white with a hint of snot’ thingies.’ ‘It was Forest Dapple.’ ‘You’re kidding? Which bit of that “yesterday’s cappuccino” effect was … Continue reading
Imagine If Godot Was In Catering #carrotranch #flashfiction
‘I’ve a new job. Well almost.’ ‘Great. As what?’ ‘I haven’t got it yet. But I had a test. Depends if I pass.’ ‘As what?’ ‘I might not want it, you know it might not suit me.’ ‘Morgan, what’s the … Continue reading
