Imitating Life (One-off Stories)
One-off stories, written mainly in response to Inspiration Points
It’s not that I’ve never known love. I’ve had my share. But when it comes to writing about love, I can’t. I just can’t.
Imagine the time before recorded sound. Before wax cylinders and piano rolls and music boxes. When all you had was the singer. Back when Elvis came to town.
Originally intended for the 'Result' IP but life intervened and I didn't get it done in time.
Fire was a dominant theme in my childhood. It was for most kids in the fifties and sixties. It was one of our earliest lessons on the contrariness of life.
‘Can’t I have one? Just one little one? I’ve been so good all year…’ ‘No you bloody can’t, and put that Scythe down or I swear to Me I’ll confiscate it for good.'
Hooray! The most popular baby names list is out! No, I couldn't care less. Yes, I love a bit of a gawp at other people's choices.
You can't miss what you've never had. Unless you've had it before. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
I don’t associate cats with beaches. Dogs, yes, flappy ears and flappy paws, chasing balls and sticks, challenging the waves to a duel. But a...
A sort of fairy story, for sort of grown ups. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
Second Part of a sort of fairy story, for sort of grown ups. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
Mr Gray seeks an intelligent lady. But is that what he's cut out for? Supposed to be for last week's 'Storm' Inspiration Point, but ran out of time. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
A bit of nonsense, written as an exercise, responding to the image. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons