Clown Car
Cuddles, you go first.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
Peter wanted a smoke.
a haiku poem
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.