Other Fiction

But blackness, blackness and stars like the mid summer night’s sky. Twinkling points of what was not really light dancing across what was not really vision. “I'm blind”, he said to himself...

Arthur gets from London to Bangkok with some help from the narrator.

poem, edited, thanks to littleditty

the Eleatic Stranger is examining illusions

There are few things Ila doesn’t like about life in Cairo.

“Run! He is here! He is here!” The words reverberated around the trees until they reached a crescendo. “RUN!”

A strikingly beautiful, dark-haired woman sits silently in the darkness, as unmoving as a statue, while the young girl beside her settles down for the night on the sumptuous chaise lounge.

poem

Without love in a marriage, problems cannot be solved .

Mr Young plays scrooge in a cautionary xmas tale. Mr Greaves loses xmas becuase of Mr Young's rashness. Mr Young, meanwhile is sripped to the bear-bones...lietrally.

Why should she wear drab hues,
Just because she’s older?
The insults she receives,
Drive her to be bolder.

Amongst his list of rules about falling in love, that Frank kept neatly inscribed in his black office notebook, he had never had the need of one that commanded ‘no touching’.

In the hopes of making myself happier, I began injecting penicillin for every ache and pain at the age of thirteen.

This is a plea for help.
It may not sound like it, but it is.
I'm not very good at sounding desperate.

She thrashed and kicked out, desperately trying to free herself from the creatures' grasp but they were too strong and continued relentlessly to drag her down.

Elsa's lies cause heartbreak and horror for Rob and his family. But time and love have ways of stealing reason...and causing the most unlikely of romances.

Ferry Meadows

Dinner is always gone too soon
The plate too quickly cleared.
Leaving worn ceramic patterns and a fat man’s lonely fears.
In the darkened hours that lie ahead
Before the next meal comes

The Roberts were just plain greedy. Ugly, feckless and greedy - what a bunch of bloody eejits. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that they were ‘copycatting’...

not my favorite song.. this is a combination of challenges from two sites, abctales and ukauthors [weekly flash prose / poem challenge: Rain]