Come as you are; for that is how we’ll remember you. It was cold, I can remember the mist as your pale smile said goodbye and you turned to step into absence, words caught in ice and wisping from existence just as if the night too had left me alone. The white light of the … Continue reading Come As You Are
Category: Monologs
Rambling trains of thought and thoughtless rambles of thinkers, here’s where the inner-voice gets recorded
Bin Day
'Don't get up, it's Bin Day.' The rattling call of the garbage truck could always be heard some thirty minutes before it swung round onto Ardent St and parked in front of my doorstep. Acute heading and a troublesome back had lent me to the unfortunate rousing of a light-sleeper, and in the forthcoming line … Continue reading Bin Day
A New Day
The tiles were cold. In the flicker of straying sunlight, the faint outline of a shirt, half-hung from the open washing machine, appeared to be alike some kind of misshapen beast crawling its way back from the abyss. It was pallid creature of crumpled skin and flannel texture, a voiceless horror without hand nor face: … Continue reading A New Day
Paranormal Fossicking
There’s no shadowy government agency that’s brought in to deal with this, it’s just me, one man out of his depth and a a few “experts” who have all never seen the other side of a computer. If I could call up someone qualified I would…I had, but the yellow pages sort of runs out … Continue reading Paranormal Fossicking
Fire & Socks
It was an elongated stretch of boredom that led me to throw a pair of socks against the brick wall of my apartment, one afternoon misspent and wanting of purpose. To my surprise, the dull thud of knitted cotton on render had found itself to be just quiet enough that it might not wake my … Continue reading Fire & Socks
A King’s Coup De Grace
I always assumed that I’d die surrounded by my friends, their steely knives bearing down upon me as I looked up in surprise to be cut down: inexplicably thinking about Caesar and wishing I took better notice of the exit path. A king’s death, that’s how I wanted to go. Not a gout laden heart-burst … Continue reading A King’s Coup De Grace
On Engineers
Everything has the potential to be used as a hammer and the founding core of any engineer’s life is in improving the arc of impact, or just working out a way to stop people from trying to use the thing as a hammer to begin with. It’s an application of weighted intent alleviated with the … Continue reading On Engineers
Candle Drinking and Other Moments of Plight
It was when I drank from the candle on my dining room table that I realised I was probably going to be the knot tied at the end of my bloodline. Thousands of years of human endeavor encircling the very moment in which I poured hot wax onto my tongue and burnt off a reasonable … Continue reading Candle Drinking and Other Moments of Plight
Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Good morning darling! Did the horses behave themselves round the Arndells? Gorgeous view, you can see all the way to the back of your own collar when the weather clears, ha-ha; how was the weather though? Good? Warm enough? You might not have heard, but two summers back a ghastly wind came through and blew … Continue reading Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On
Breakfast for the Empty Pantry
I stood underneath the yellowed glow of the oven light that radiated from the central well of my kitchen cabinetry, a door left ajar and its inside housing the only light globe in my kitchen that hadn’t burnt out.Plight, it seemed, was to be my enviable decor. A stark kitchen, devoid of both plate and … Continue reading Breakfast for the Empty Pantry
Sunday Short Stories 