The House

Day 1. This morning I started gardening. How could I have known the yard, filled with trees, compost heaps and lost rakes, was home to a thousand worlds. I have passed through several surreal landscapes and I can no longer see the house. I fear I am lost.

Day 2. I found a rake, I am hoping this means I am close to the house.

Day 3. I can see a corner of the porch, but there is a swamp between me and the house. Started making a raft.

Day 8. Raft done, the rake is a boon on this journey across the swamp, several things, purple, with too many eyes and goo oozing from fang-filled mouths, have tried to climb aboard.

Day 9. I reached the house! I lie on the cool porch; I can’t believe I have returned. I vow to sell this place as soon as I can stand.


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 🙂 . 

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The Final Frontier!

There is a click and the screen lights up with a small cartoon of a blue and green earth. A pleasant, if electronic, female voice starts to speak as the story plays out in bright over saturated colour on the screen.

It all started when man first sent rockets into space with capsules filled with important and interesting things about humanity held safely within. The aim, to reach out to whatever might be out there… to let them know a little about a small planet called Earth.

The “whatever” got the message and oddly enough, knowing what we do about humans, found the new beings and their planet so interesting that they had to come and see us in the flesh. When the news of what had been found hit the news cycle it became one of the biggest news stories in the Galactic Confederation. There was intelligent life in the Milky Way Read More

Penelope

It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn’t stop them from being smug bastards. The smuggest of all was a dragon named, rather apparently, Autolatry. Autolatry hadn’t quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world.

Still he would go out and burn villages to the ground, stealing princess’s Read More

An Honest Opinion On Shite

I am honest by nature,
I mince no words,
Or few at least!

So here I go,
I throw before you
An honest opinion.

Burn me at the stake if you will,
Tear my cloths,
Silence me with scorn.
Little will it change my mind.

YA is shite!
Drivel, drool,
Corroding sugar for the mind!

Rather give the young readers meatier meals!
Start them with the good stuff
Nice and young!

Let them strengthen their minds,
Prepared for the life ahead!
Lets fight, fight the dying of that literary light!


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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…


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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