Fishy phone
Jez tumbled onto the floor, fighting his way out of his bed sheet that had become a twisted knot that had wrapped its way around both ankles. He breast stroked his way across the floor of magazines and clothes sweeping and thrashing at them on his belly, kicking his way loose from the sheet that...
Lucy’s Lovely Lorry
The house shook. Lucy opened her eyes startled, to a loud crashing noise of what sounded like the collapse of her house beneath her. She could hear gasps of terror from outside.
Lucy slid out from her Egyptian cotton sheets and bolted to her sash window, buckling slightly as her legs filled with...
Jez wake up!
Jez rolled over onto his side and farted. His black cat Pitra pounced on his body and began pummeling his blue faded duvet in an over enthusiastic deliberate caty way, obviously delighted with the fart, and its smell, sure that breakfast was imminent.
Jez made a murmuring groan and Pitra lept onto his...
Morning Sasha’s Pizza
A pizza box flew across the garden into next doors bushes. Sasha lent her elbows on the kitchen surface, with her chin sitting in her open palms, as she watched her recycling box offer its contents to the skies and neighbours gardens. The kettle boiled and misted the window slightly, impairing Sasha’s...
Who’s head?
Who’s head am I in today?
I am thinking of a totally new way of writing. A way of writing that any one can read at any time and get ’something’ out of the daily/weekly prose. I am sharing my ideas with you, to see if it can work.
I would love to be clever enough to be able to do this.
Soaps...