Mr Stein grabbed her as she was about to hit her head again, which was running copious amounts of blood and he could see the pieces of glass sticking out in a determined manor before falling out of the thin layer of protection between the skull and epidermis. He held her arms across her bodyContinue reading “Short Story – Apocalypse: The End? – Part 5”
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Damn Dirty Ape
Okay time for a philosophical debate my friends. I have not had one of these for a while, last one Justice, hopefully made sense to you. Now I am going to speak about being a good person and how it changes between individuals and gets slightly corrupted between need and want. People knowing bad thingsContinue reading “Damn Dirty Ape”
Short Story – Apocalypse: Don’t Hope – Part 4
“Darkness? That’s a weapon? Yes, I can see that. It strips you of some things, mostly sanity. The darkness is a force which makes you imagine horrible monsters. but what most think is an absence of their vision making them go nutty or paranoid, it generally is the lack of sound which makes the abyssContinue reading “Short Story – Apocalypse: Don’t Hope – Part 4”
Short Story – Apocalypse: Save Us – Part 3
She held her knees as she leant over taking deep breaths. She had seen their odd unblinking eyes and suddenly they had all blinked a second set blinking sideways. A person suddenly put their hand on her shoulder, “Miss Thrimble? You appear to be unhappy. Can I help in anyway?” She looked at the womanContinue reading “Short Story – Apocalypse: Save Us – Part 3”
Short Story – Apocalypse: The Fortieth Day – Part 2
Humans have a religious thing about the number forty, they said forty days of floods with Noah, forty days of Elijah’s journey, Moses forty days on Mount Sinai, Jesus’s forty days of fasting in the wilderness, Israelites wandering for forty years, Goliath’s terror for forty days. Forty seems a constant biblical number. Never being religious,Continue reading “Short Story – Apocalypse: The Fortieth Day – Part 2”
Short Story – Apocalypse: the First Day – Part 1
“No one knew what had happened. It was like the world hit pause and when it pressed play again, it had forgotten to include them. Them is a broad spectre, that will need to be explained, but if you will allow me to explain the first day, to give better context.” … It was aContinue reading “Short Story – Apocalypse: the First Day – Part 1”
Brighton Palace Pier 1920 – Short Story – Part 2
20 July 1919 Dear Dad, I’m sure you and mum went to the Peace Day parades, in Cambridge. I was part of the Brighton parade and luckily, my prosthetic leg held out through the march, where we went from Church Street, along New Road, then up North Street and Western Road, then down Preston StreetContinue reading “Brighton Palace Pier 1920 – Short Story – Part 2”
Short Story – Thank goodness it is Friday – Part 5
She waited the good three minutes for her computer to start. While waiting her stomach appeared to be doing a ventriloquist act with the desk across the aisle. She was then telling herself that only eating a cucumber salad was a dangerous diet choice as the gas would most likely cause her insides to continueContinue reading “Short Story – Thank goodness it is Friday – Part 5”
Short Story – Thursday’s Thirsty – Part 4
We all read the articles studying the decreased productivity after three days of work. Employers who went with a three day on and four day off became much more productive. But then the Japanese like to improve on production. AKA “You need rest, here have beds at work, just keep working!” The Spanish have aContinue reading “Short Story – Thursday’s Thirsty – Part 4”
Short Story – Wednesday Humpday – Part 3
Wednesday, she thought wearily, the dreaded day where she had to justify how much time she had been procrastinating over due dates. For some reason, every manager in existence seemed to think that saying end of the week meant they were giving workers all the time in the world, even when said at 3pm onContinue reading “Short Story – Wednesday Humpday – Part 3”
