People said my friend Douglas,
Was dead behind the eyes.
Not much of a surprise really,
As he was dead everywhere else as well.
Thursday, 22 March 2012
POEM: Mountain View
A musician made all of his money through YouTube,
But now Google own him,
And he is contractually obliged to spend all of his hours,
Playing kooky songs on his ukelele,
In the lobby of their headquarters in Mountain View, California.
But now Google own him,
And he is contractually obliged to spend all of his hours,
Playing kooky songs on his ukelele,
In the lobby of their headquarters in Mountain View, California.
A Flurry of Flash Fiction
Waiting for Don-ot
She shuffled in her petticoats – perhaps Donald was on the next tram?
He wasn’t.
R and Wr
A writer wrote relentlessly. Repeatedly rephrasing and wrewriting his writings until all that was written was unwreadable. After a rapid wrethink the wrevolutionaries wrejected his writings and offered the pamphlet writing contract to Robert Roland Rivers instead.
Too Good to be True
John sat, dumbfounded, as the reverend, his mule, his friend from the synagogue and all of his celtic cousins strode, cocky as anything, into the alehouse. He looked sadly at his sixth pint of Budvar and shook his head theatrically, as one might in a film – no one would ever believe this onstage.
This is a much shorter/totally different version of a story that failed to win me money in 2010 which can be read here: http://hcatswell.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/walks-into-bar.html
The Editor
‘Fwriends, Wromans Countwrymen?’ Sneered the Editor, tossing the folio aside.
The writer looked at his shoes, now fairly certain that he had lost the proofreading job.
Prolepsis/Analepsis
Fragrant Arthur Bodkin imagined himself in the future thinking about the past. A waitress clinking a spoon disturbed his daydream and he looked sadly at his coffee and sighed.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Across the Quad (Flash Fiction)
Red watched her from across the quad. Her ruby lips kissed a cigarette.
He made his move.
'Why are you kissing that cigarette?' He asked.
'I suffered some memory loss in a car accident. I cannot remember how to smoke.' She blushed a little.
Red arched his eyebrow.
'Perhaps you could teach me?'
And there began a beautiful romance.
He made his move.
'Why are you kissing that cigarette?' He asked.
'I suffered some memory loss in a car accident. I cannot remember how to smoke.' She blushed a little.
Red arched his eyebrow.
'Perhaps you could teach me?'
And there began a beautiful romance.
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