this is a collection of shorts, mostly written as homework for my creative writing course. Most of the following titles have been written from a singular given opening line, or from a concept given as homework in my creative writing class.

 

answer phone 21/11/02

A simple "I love you, don't leave me" left on a futuristic answer machine.

Lindsay lay on the sofa tucking into her ice-cold pot of strawberry cheesecake Häagen-Dazs. She wore her thick comfortable white dressing gown and wet hair. Being long it was still soaking from the shower that she had taken in an attempt to wash away her blues. more...

harvester 14/11/02

Tonight, solitude and darkness were the friends he sought they were the only friends he had. He contemplated that for a moment as he walked gracefully and silent down the long dimly lit road. A slight breeze almost ruffled his lengthy dead colourless wiry hair. more...

a wonderful life 7/11/02

A study of hopelessness, futility, and desperation.

Jack stood at the doorway of his study and surveyed the devastation left by both his two-year-old boys. “How many times do I have to tell that woman to keep those blasted kids out of here!” he snapped to himself aloud. more...

the holocaust 24/10/02

After the holocaust, there was nothing. The world had come to an abrupt halt. Three and a half billions years of evolutional life just stopped by a mere few seconds and some over zealous politicians. The sixth and final mass extinction was finally triggered on Saturday March the 22nd 2098, sometime around noon. more...

fairy tales 17/10/02

modern day rendering of everything fairy.

Fairy tales usually have happy endings, but this is no fairy tale.  There is nothing happy about this story and there are definitely no fairies in it. There is a frog prince and  a wicked witch who dwelt in the deep dark forest but I can guaranty no fairies, no bad wolf, no ginger bread man, no giant, no beanstalk and no dwarfs. more...

peregrine montague smythe 10/10/02

Cynthia Tidmarsh always remembered the day she met Peregrine Montague Smythe, Lord of MuddyMuck . Although now in her ninety-seventh year she looked backed on the day she turned five with much pleasure and wonder. more...

mother died yesterday 03/10/02

Mother died yesterday. It was the single entry in his diary for November 9th. November 10th read, “There is one thing in this world that is constant; life isn’t fair.” more...

clairvoyants 26/09/02

a flippant look at clairvoyants

Jane didn’t believe in clairvoyants. It was true that she had seen a picture of one once but that was in her dusty old copy of “Kolbold’s: Fabled Creatures of the Yesteryear”. The beautifully airbrushed artist’s impression took pride of place among other elusive characters such as pixies, leprechauns, and Eskimos. more...


Written Without Prejudice
Written Without Prejudice
extracts from my works of poetry, please come and take a read.