Tag: Short Stories
Out Of Time
It was so calm in fact that as soon as he’d pushed his boat out, past the gentle lap lapping of an abominably lazy ocean smacking the shore like a sloppy tongue, the only sound he could hear was his... Read More
Transition
Dingo’s belly was stirring with something big. Something brutal. A hunger than expanded even as it drew inwards. The vacuum of a black hole reaching out with eager fingers to ensnare all within its ... Read More
The Harmonica and the Bee
Bee was transfixed as the beautiful melodies floating around him, his wings flipping him over in excited little flips every so often. When the saggy face finished his tune, he smiled, as a tear fell g... Read More
The turtle and the dragon
For the first time since he could remember, all the cells in his body relaxed into each other. Warmth permeated through his shattered form. And he felt the ultimate release. Of relinquishing control... Read More
Blue Lotus Dreaming
Moons passed as the seed lay actively dormant, waiting for a perfect place to grow. And one day it appeared, quite suddenly so that for a moment it took the woman’s breath away. ... Read More
Amooshka Aliooshka
She goes hippety-clonk right down the main street With warts on her fingers and moles on her feet... Read More
On the edge
A distant moon blown off course and hanging askew in the sky like a forgotten chandelier. Tiny gusts of breath sweeping dirt into a whirlpool when they could be bothered to exhale.... Read More
The Great Unrobing
For anyone to let themselves be seen in their entirety is indeed a brave thing. For it leaves one vulnerable and able to be rejected. And even more terrifying, it leaves no place to hide the awesomene... Read More
‘Reassurance against a dark tide’ aka ‘The Sound of Life’
How small and invisible can one possibly become? How deep do I have to dig to get some peace? Is it deeper than a grave?... Read More
Viking Blood
What kind of infidelity of spirit is it that tears us away from our centre and refuses to let us back into our own soul temple until we prove our self-worth? ... Read More
Reflections on Bali
History class was dealt out with the emotional content of a brick, art study was a laborious rote intake of names and dates and cities, and English was all Ps and Qs with no curls.... Read More