(Life is Beautiful) Do you remember when we would stand upon the roof in the heat of summer and talk of nonsense plans that we would one day unravel upon the city below? Grand ideas of business and thievery that would drown us in money and give our grandchildren riches that they could never deserve.An … Continue reading i zoí eínai ómorfi
Tag: fiction
A Man Stood on the Corner of York and Thile
Quick note: This is a horror short A man stood on the corner of York and Thile.Backstreets, dappled by stillness on these quiet nights, are not often are filled with the shapes of strangers. Shapes brought to prominence by the hospital white saturation of a solitary street light.The shadow, a man, cut with streaks of darkness, … Continue reading A Man Stood on the Corner of York and Thile
Stairs for Silos
‘These stairs are going to be the death of me today’, said Martin as his mind and body unified toward the idea of a ten minute break.Part-way through an explorative stretch the old labourer began to cough in pain as he reached upward and tried to twist some of the stiffness out from his lower … Continue reading Stairs for Silos
Breakfast in the park
A windy day of nothing to do. The overcast pall of sunrise had congealed itself upon morning’s doorstep and now weakly began to illuminate the lower-lying clouds that stuck to the horizon’s edge like porridge clinging to a kitchen sink.Dissatisfied with stillness, the wind exhumed a stagnant patch of air and flung and it carelessly … Continue reading Breakfast in the park
Bandelup v Dundelong: A Cricket Match
The following is a recording of the 1982 test match between the Balendup cricket club and the Old Dundelong rams. It has been reproduced with the tireless work of several archivists and is today presented in full and without further context.You’re listening to Balendup 1642AM. Balendup XI: Matt Hollow -Batsman Alan Hollow -Batsman © Michael … Continue reading Bandelup v Dundelong: A Cricket Match
Holes, About Six Feet
‘Say we bury it?’ the old gravedigger rasped as his cigarette stained breath eked itself from his lungs and visibly fowled the surrounding air with an emphysemic wheeze, ‘I know a good place.’ The grey sun was setting upon the horizon with a tangible ambivalence toward yet another Tuesday–nothing good seemed to happen on a … Continue reading Holes, About Six Feet
The carpet that didn’t fit
Quick note: This is a horror short It was perfect. That neat rectangle of blended patterns and silken weave hung so perfectly in the store. It seemed to almost call to you on that perfect day, that day so filled with laughter and sunlight.So too the laughed merchant, as he spoke in quick compliments while … Continue reading The carpet that didn’t fit
The Urn That Took on Dust
The Urn That Took On Dust. A short story about loss and dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe. Part of Spookytober scary stories
A short fall…
Quick note: This is a horror short. Sunday. Work on a Sunday was never going to be an enjoyable prospect, but another shouting match with the site foreman if the roof wasn’t ready for tiling tomorrow would have been more unbearable than anything that you could imagine. You’ve felt rushed all day, Mistakes to fix, … Continue reading A short fall…
Balendup Tea Co
Founded in 1923, Balendup’s largest–and most hostilic–tea distributor was originally established by horticulturist George Tennish in hopes that an Australian Business Number would stop people stealing from his tea bushes, as Balendup council’s garden rose act still allowed the theft of plants and or flowers from a neighbour’s garden if that person(s) hath forgotten the birthday of their spouse(s). This … Continue reading Balendup Tea Co
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