‘Ya got any oil barkeep?’ ‘Um, oil?’ asked the bartender, somewhat thrown by this incredibly odd request.Taking a moment to run the question over again in his mind, he attempted to discern the state of his new patron approaching the bar from the shadows, almost slinking from movement to movement like a bead of molasses … Continue reading Andy deHands
Tag: fiction
A Nervous Man of Erratic Disposition
A short story about life, twisted and ready to fall into a running tragedy of escaped marbles.
Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing
I’m sorry you were arrested for kidnaping me,’ said Sunny, looking firmly at the cobblestone floor of the jail and avoiding the glares of her two new friends. Jumping back in fright as a metal teapot reverberated off the bars that separated them, Sunny caught one of the two prisoners performing an obscene gesture with … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing
Life Within Small Things
This was his hammer, it’s probably older than he was. Steel always seems to dull after long enough, something about age that always changes things, rusts things: the sea air out here on the coast weathering life. This dull brown hammer has so much more life than most of his other possessions: its head, flecked … Continue reading Life Within Small Things
The Importance of Loss
It was a childhood toy, a small bear so loved and so worn, bought long ago by your mother, my wife. You were too young then, too young to see how she fretted over this bear while standing outside the toy store, a bundled ball of pride and anxiousness, wanting to find the perfect bear … Continue reading The Importance of Loss
A Drop of the Sheaf
It’s not on their records. A major brewer, owned by a business, owned by another business, they all have no records of it.A filing cabinet, tucked in behind the dust trap of a forgotten archive holds something resembling a receipt but nothing that mentions where it had come from, what it was sold for. Every … Continue reading A Drop of the Sheaf
Morning Upon the Edges of a Town
I’d been listening to static for the last thirty minutes. The distant stations, that echoed off the flat landscape around my car, crackled and threw their toneless noise across the scrubland, a cacophony of meaningless noise that could only mean one thing, the generator had tripped out again.Not a problem, well not much of a … Continue reading Morning Upon the Edges of a Town
Ghost II
‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II
Night Walk
It was night. It could have been any time of day really but as the shyness of the moon hung over the two smokestacks upon the edge of town, now ceased in their billowing rumble, it could only have been night.A small patch of a walkway circled its way up the hill close to my … Continue reading Night Walk
A Posion so Vile
‘Bring me the god slayer’ Althu-urk bellowed. Sweeping his crooked fingers downward in a scything slash, the Demon-wizard of the quantic steppe cut through the plume of noxious green haze that billowed from the dread-cauldron before him and caught an unexpecting underling across the back of its head.Drawing himself up to his imposing full height, … Continue reading A Posion so Vile
Sunday Short Stories 