One name of each of these people begins with X
Mission Completed – thanks everyone!
One name of each of these people begins with X
Mission Completed – thanks everyone!
“Sorry, Old Girl” said the Major, as his wife glared at him over the top of her reading glasses. It’s true though, he thought to himself. The seasonal covering of snow made them easier to spot, they stood out like sore thumbs. She was glad when it thawed but there was more on the way. The Major always loved snow on Christmas Day. On his short walk to the doctor’s surgery he had spotted three of them. They are taking over, can’t move a bloody inch without falling over one. Send them all back home where they belong. Can’t be doing with this he thought; they’ll be breeding like rabbits and taking over the country.
Robert Hampton, a rather charmless man, of average height, medium build and with an instantly forgettable face, had carved himself a pleasant, if rather shallow niche in the village of Coltsfoot. He was beginning to feel quite safe in his rural idyll, although it would never do to become too complacent. He enjoyed the comfort of his Victorian cottage with the mundane name of ‘Meadow View’, but he would move on when the lease ran out; he always moved on. Continue reading “The Hit Man (things are seldom what they seem)”
Things are seldom what they seem…..
How true in the case of the Smith family Tragedy. Nice people by all accounts, and near neighbours, so it was with a frisson of shock that Jill read the article in the local paper. The whole family had been found dead; the police were not looking for anyone in connection with the incident and there was no information as to how the two adults, one seven year old and a young baby had met their fate.
Continue reading “Keep taking the pills: November Short Story”
I love listening to the BBC short story awards, but somehow missed that they were on last week. Thank you goodness for ‘Listen Again’ and Podcasts! Continue reading “Short Story Awards”
A cannibal, newly converted,
was rather a tad disconcerted
when his honeymoon sweetie
spurned everything meaty
as though it were something perverted. Continue reading “The Feast (Limerick Competition)”
This may well be my last post on this or any other site. Until last Friday, I was a typical, fairly dour Scot who shared our deep national scepticism about anybody or anything. All that changed a few short hours ago when I uncovered a deep secret about which certain international dark forces do not want us to know. It may be that I will go the way of many others and that I and my knowledge will be as ruthlessly and efficiently suppressed as they were. Nonetheless, I will do my utmost to spread that knowledge in the short time that I may have left to me. Continue reading “‘Things Are Seldom What They Seem’ (The Da Vinci Cod Revisited)”
On Sundays, sometimes to keep them all sweet,
I cook them a joint of some sort of meat
Beef is the best,
No word of a jest
The trimmings just make it complete.
The major turning point in Dennis’s life started with an innocuous enough comment.
“We should get a dog,” said his wife Madeleine one Wednesday morning over breakfast. Continue reading “’Things are seldom what they seem…’, Writing Competition November 2010”
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