Tag Archives: fiction
Weekend reading
Taking advantage of the extra day off in Japan this week to work on something a little longer, so here are a couple of my short stories from writers’ site ABC Tales, What passes for romance and Let’s Start Again. … Continue reading
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A long way to travel
How happy these lads must have been when they were really miserable; they said to themselves: ‘What a bit of luck! A good line will be born!’ Jean-Paul Satre, Words Writers are lucky because there is almost nothing that can’t … Continue reading
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Five tweet story
This sorry tale was posted on twitter earlier, after I had been talking to @the3eyedboy about tweeting very short stories, although he managed to keep his to just one tweet per tale. Still, I am happy with the way it … Continue reading
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Laughter lines
All day long I hear people speaking a language that isn’t my own. I know I should be picking more of it up, like my peers I should be attending classes and using books and podcasts to brush up on … Continue reading
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Places I remember
The Level will always be Brighton in its purest form to me. This is it I think, not the beach, the piers, the lanes, but this roughly set out park. Maybe because I used to live near it and walked … Continue reading
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drunk blogging
Probably not a good idea. But here goes anyway… You think you’ll break my heart but you’re not capable of it I’m too strong for you I’ll outlast you every time. Good luck to you: All’s fair in love and … Continue reading
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Confusion
They met on a crowded dance floor, swapped greetings, pretend-clinked their plastic pints. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, I heard someone was playing. Name of Dando?” “Yeah, it’s Evan Dando!” “I know.” He laughed. “It was a joke.” She … Continue reading
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Pillow talk
“And all my friends hate you, because they think you’re going to break my heart.” “I am going to!” he laughs. “No, I’ll break yours,” she tells him. “Want to know how?” He nods. “Because one day, ten or twenty … Continue reading
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The way to work
On the way to work I see two people sitting in the park, looking into each other’s eyes. A tender moment, I think, aaah. Then as the bus moves on, I notice a can of Special Brew in her hand, … Continue reading
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Ramping up the hate a notch
You hate old friends; they remind you of where you have come from. New friends don’t possess the background knowledge to justify and excuse you for the way you have behaved, so with them there is no need to bear … Continue reading
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