Your Normal

The ad ran in every paper, shining and tempting, it called out to those that had grown bored or chafed at the confines of the borders set by the world around them –

What Is Normal?

That Is Up To You

We Can Make Your Normal Happen!

Call Us At – 111 Normal

There was no company name, no address, just the number. Thousands called, most out of curiosity (the new age of space and time that the Multi-verse machine had opened up had changed things over night and many new companies were showing up faster than people could keep up) but most phoned because the ad had captured a long forgotten longing in them.

Why should they not have their normal? Whatever that may be. Society had for too long defined the boundaries of what was normal and a chance at a change was a dream come true. Read More

Moments

Eternally out of reach,
That perfect moment.
So temptingly tantalizing!
Just beyond my ability.
To put words to paper.


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It Appeared on a Monday

The shed had appeared on a Monday. Howard had gotten up, fixed his normal mug of tea and wandered outside to greet the world as he did everyday, rain or shine.

It took a moment for him to work out that something was different. But then it clicked. The shed, it was back. Slowly Howard approached and stopped but the old warped door.

“I quite like it here.” He said, titling his head as if listening to an answer only he could hear. Read More

A Night To Remember

I squeeze into the jacket that was too small (Edward had been eaten suddenly) and prayed that I will not faint with fear, “It won’t be that bad!”, they said… “You will be saving the crew!”, they said. I sidle out of my room and hide behind the curtain in my bright red tights. It was my luck, that the aliens that had captured us would have a love of Shakespeare and I stage fright…


Disclaimer: I have mildly dyslexic tendencies so spelling and grammatical oops’s may and do occur. I hope that you enjoy this site and it’s stories anyway 🙂 . 

Absolute Belief

There lies a flaw in your logic,
You believe absolute,
That you believe in nothing.


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The Perfect Moment

The perfect moment, captured in a frame. So still, so real, so calm and free. No matter the hours of toil or the days spent sitting in the cold or that toe that will not regrow. No wondering eyes are turned to the creator of the moment, the person who captured it and tamed it to it’s framed captivity. All that matters is that perfect moment.


Disclaimer: I have mildly dyslexic tendencies so spelling and grammatical oops’s may and do occur. I hope that you enjoy this site and it’s stories anyway 🙂 . 

Cold

He leaned over the horse’s neck to avoid the low branches wishing to knock him to the muddy ground.

With a muttered word he looked ahead, waiting to see the lights of Ellville. A small town, known only to the worst of the worst, lost souls all. Read More

Discombobulated

Discombobulated, lost, without time,
outside of time.

The minutes, the hours, the days,
pass without record.

Before I am lost forever,
I need time returned to me.

Where is the nearest place,
where I can get my watch fixed?


Disclaimer: I have mildly dyslexic tendencies so spelling and grammatical oops’s may and do occur. I hope that you enjoy this site and it’s stories anyway 🙂 . 

Winning Streak

The tragedy that fell upon the hapless Edward was unusually horrid. Driver of the famous jockey Alfred; a scallywag and scoundrel. Edward had suffered his fair share of tragedy over the years, a former wannabe jockey himself, mostly in the form of awkward conversations with various authorities. Mostly because of Alfred.

But on day of the All Champs Cup, the race of the year, the crowning glory of every jockeys career, Alfred was passed out drunk in Edwards car. Edward rushed to the stables to find someone, anyone. Read More

At The Midnight Hour

Sleep, drawing closer, promising,
Wonders and riches only found in dreams,
In lands beyond the here and now.

Beckoning to those lost souls,
Whose eyes betray them to be awake,
As the creeping hours pass,
With such sweet, tempting scenes, never found
In the waking world.

With songs and sheep,
They try and woe the sweet arms of sleep,
But few succeed in walking through the halls of dreams.


Disclaimer: I have mildly dyslexic tendencies so spelling and grammatical oops’s may and do occur. I hope that you enjoy this site and it’s stories anyway 🙂 .