Category: Story – fiction
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Spirit and Dance {roadtrip}
We call our mother “mother” because it annoys her. She would like us to address her as Sweet Divinity, the name she chose when she left home to join a commune. We found out years later she was called Mary Winifred O’Connell but we were used to mother by then and much as we would…
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#Boy~#Girl
Once upon a time there was a young girl.Every day, she would avoid contact with all humans.One day a boy followed her and wouldn’t stop.Because of that, she ended up talking to him.Because of that, some other boys got jealous.Until finally only her and the boy were left. Hilary lived in a strange little room,…
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Morrigan decides
“Got it!” She shouted with glee at the wall this time whilst jumping up. “The old bat down by the river with all the cats, she’ll give me a roach if I feed her moggies, genius!” Mary set off in the glow of the orange streetlamps, striding purposefully. It was seven and would take an…
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bluegrass
Stella and her belly were doing flip flops, as in she was practising that shoe shuffle dance so popular at bluegrass festivals in her flip-flops and failing miserably and her stomach, God bless it, was a tightly wound as a Jack-in-a-box. Daniel was filling the saddle-bags in an intricate pattern, weaving each item so everything…
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bliss{married}
2013 “Steph! Get the phone, love, I have my hands full,” George literally had his hand down a chicken’s throat.“Sure, honey.”“Hi, DeLaureal residence, Stephanie speaking,” Steph was putting on her call centre voice. George continued stuffing the chicken.“Re ally, oh my gosh, re ally, oh my, let me tell George,” she was becoming almost incoherent.“George,…
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Tally rests
Talenkynic woke before dawn, full of night terrors, sweats and flushes. Witness to too much destruction, her unconscious mind revisited nightly. As she woke she caught the merest glimpse in the corner of her eye, a shape, a shadow, nothing tangible. She couldn’t remember, she couldn’t forget. Shards of her past were clear shining like…
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let me fit in
“Mum, it’s so unfair. All the other girls will be wearing them. I hate you.” The words spat with venom, her hands flailing Kayle turned, marching out of the kitchen, stomping upstairs to her room, slamming the door. The sound of her throwing herself on her bed and pounding her arms and legs resonated throughout…
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a line of characters
2013 The Spanish Flu Meet four people who are about to meet for the first time: Character 1: A middle-aged man, single, has felt a deep loss in the past, recent pain, poor but aspirational in thought. Short and rotund, never seen in jeans, always on the lookout for the right person to spend the…
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spaghetti
“What was that thing, our Theresa said about cooking pasta?” “Darren, what are you wittering on about. Theresa can’t boil an egg. She knows nothing about food, never mind something foreign like pasta. Remember when we had her and Terry round for tea last month, she accused me of using tomatoes that were off? You…
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dirty little secret
My wife is one of those people that have to live in a spotless environment, I think it is why we don’t have kids yet but that’s a whole other story. I am not naturally neat, I like to leave my clothes on the floor overnight and decide what can be worn again in the…
Asset Based Community Development meets Church 