Anything that tumbles out of my head this year
There's been a lot of talk about Prague lately, so I thought I'd post my travelogue excerpt from my diary of 2007. There's nothing in there that can hurt anybody.
Once through the front door we knew that we were in the right place. The hall matched the pictures on the internet.
We left the subway to even brighter sunshine. It was gorgeous.I like Mr Sun. I enjoy the way he touches me and gropes me seductively when Russ isn't looking.
We got back to the hotel I flung off my clothes and lay naked on the bed glowering at myself and noticing every spare inch of flesh, every mark, every scar and every blemish.
Charlie ran down the road. He was agitated. Was this the right direction? So many times it seemed that he’d stumbled into a dead end.
‘Do you get my drift?’ She almost laughed at that one. ‘Yes, I understand what you are saying.’ ‘Do you? Do you really understand?’ ‘No, not really.’
Agony 2 Dear Aunt Nasty My eighteen year old son has the smelliest feet in living (or perhaps dead and decaying) history. His bedroom is a pit of...
Offensive,tasteless and contains acts of gross indecency involving dwarfs, donkeys and hemaphrodites
Apple of His Eye After a suffocating silence his question needed an answer. Yes, I remember you.
Attractions Music blares over the fairground, lilting and old-fashioned-gay, metallic as it crackles through gramophonic speakers.
Bandit at Twelve o clock Helen read the letter, written on a single sheet of notepaper, three times and reached for the phone to call her friend Angie who was as bemused by it as Helen.
she'd been away from the office for sometime, today is her first day back. Only one chance to make a
Character Assasination She’s a brick, everybody says so. She’s hard and could obliterate your face with a single hit. A people person, they say. A...
Charlie Chaplin Feet I’ve got sticking out ears, And a wobbly nose. My eyes are squinty And my teeth are loose. I’ve got a bladder that leaks And a...
Crane Tower Tom had been working the same shift, in the same job, for thirty six years. He operated the crane and pondered that his life mimicked the...
Creeping up from behind She sat on the boulder looking out at the ocean. She was pensive andthe sea was unsympathetic to the weight beneath her thoughts. The waves
The bruised and swollen storm clouds rolled along the horizon battling for position as they gathered for celestial war. In Hellcat form, she cupped her eyes and gazed towards the sky.
Lizzie's guards at Buckingham have gone to find some hole And the severed head of William Gates stands guard upon a pole
Find me a place Find me a place where people can love without fear. Find me a place where the blind show the deaf how to hear. A place of soft edges that cushions the blows.
Galaxy Take me to a mountain top and show me Jupiter. Let Venus bear witness And Mars be our guide To the heavens of heartbeats as vast and wide As our new beginning.
‘God and chips, flurry and fleas. Cuckoo.’ The chip shop girl looked blank, her expression changing to one of shock as the man in front of her slapped himself across the face.
Good Morning Mister Magpie I have a lone magpie living in my garden. Of all the garden’s, in all the streets, in all the world, why did he have to...
Hourglass The six-team strain, leather harness taut against deep chest walls. Glacial eyes, electric blue fixed on distant horizon. Runners, waxed and polished glide over crumbling snow.
I take a dim view of my life. Or should that be I Have a dim view from my life?
I'm Sorry. I am so, so sorry. I know it was my fault. I won't do it again honestly I won't. I shouldn't have bought you the wrong cigarettes. I...
In Cherry Blossom Time Staring at the barren twigs of winter, I mourn, I’m lost. Where did we go? Life has left the tree a husk, it has abandoned us...
It’s awkward, you know, When you know, That what you do is superficial crap. But you do it for something to do, the Saturday night, bar mentality...
Louise had amazing eyes, all the men said so. They were citrously green and had their own language that spoke to men below the waistline. They were a...
Thirty blank faces looked past, through, and around her. ‘What do you want, a fucking medal?’ asked a young woman sitting by the window.
She watched the lug-worm casts squidging between her toes in between the coming waves.
Opps! Beanz, meanz, expensive Similarly washing power and cornflakes Some products don’t scan to the cheap But wine is fine And milk, don’t you find The economy as good as
Out of Print Martin pushed open the stiff door of the town library and inhaled. The familiar smell held out its welcoming arms to him and he embraced it.
Pact of Joy Hannah clawed through the barrier of dry ice. She could barely make out the grey silhouettes of apparitions moving in the gloom.
Intrepid warrior, carrion war Puking over clubs dance floor Watering hole, flanking herd Whispered voices overheard Strobe lights calling, tribal dance War paint Amazon, breasts enhance
She gave birth to twin boys. Eliot, the first born, was two pound three ounces heavier than Oliver.
The Big Picture The twelve year-old lay on her front, legs kicking absently behind her keeping time to an unheard tune. One of her once white, grubby...
Hannah walked through the heavy doors. The cloying, artificial warmth that had enveloped her was pushed back by the biting wind that rushed
The Colour Purple Ruth screwed up her nose and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Do I look like a tart?’ ‘Oh yes, no doubt about it,’ said her friend...
contains some sexual references. I almost mistakenly put this under autobiography... I have never indulged in such a fashion, God Forbid.
This is just a few words, an opening, for an idea that I've had. My openings are always very weak so I want to make sure that the first few sentences work.
Some years ago I was accused of plagiarism on this piece. A bitter and nasty argument broke out about it on a writing site called Storymania.
Thirteen-Twenty It should have been an easy case. It was simple and clear cut, somebody feeling hard done to over shadows of the past, and grievances...
Twenty One Twenty one times I will meet you I like you, you see, you amuse me You’re my latest doll in a cupboard of toys And a thing, no, an object of beauty