Cardy had a long way to Monday. The thoughts of the sepia hued sunset that lived beyond today enriched the penultimate start of another shift and called the moths of revelry to assemble around the lightbulb of hedonism--the slump of Monday morning not yet ordaining to obscure their delusion. Yes, it was hot, yes, the … Continue reading Long Way to Monday
Tag: comedy
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
Damn These Technological Pinecones
'Go for a flight Icarus, it's a beautiful sunny day.' The steady thump of metal upon a different kind of metal reverberated through the small backyard somewhere in the outskirts of Brisbane. Strewn across the anhydrously curated back garden were tools, scraps of metal, and enough lost bolts to restock a bolt factory. In a … Continue reading Damn These Technological Pinecones
Grimm
In a study, laden with dust and covered by the collected papers of countless of lifetimes, two strangers had met for the first time and, after moving past the polite amount of small talk, were now regarding each other with a protracted silence.A bookshelf of neatly stacked jars softly flickered their firelight into the study … Continue reading Grimm
We Shot the Moon
‘Well, it’s a bit of a problem,’ Adah began, abruptly coughing her words in an attempt to dislodge the knot of toast that still dwelt at the back of her throat from breakfast.It was hot, the struggling air conditioner had suddenly become a drone of irritating voicelessness and as forty eyes from a collective twenty … Continue reading We Shot the Moon
Stand Off
It was chaos. A skillet of boiling tomatoes popped and voicelessly cried out for a stir as the otherwise silent room built into a futher tension. The kitchen bench, now scattered with flour and the shards of broken crockery, began to run slick with olive oil as the punctured tin leaked freely and spread out … Continue reading Stand Off
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 Walk Around Trugala Station
‘You may not know this, but every goat in Australia is orientated by nautical terms.’ Walking past a ramshackle gate without fence, the old farmer, known as Noel, placed his boot up on a shin-high post and looked off into the flat of a long-stretching horizon, ‘clerical error I heard, way back in the seventeens … Continue reading A Walk Around Trugala Station
A Note Left on My Fridge III
Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III
John, why are there Grass Clippings all over the Floor?
A short story about a very odd friend.
Sunday Short Stories 