By: Wishdokter Just the other day, travelling upstairs on the empty bus from work, I was astounded by the sight of a woman masturbating. Now this may seem like an unbelievable tale told around a pub table by coarse friends. The two of us sitting opposite sides, me with a clear view of her…
Author: ShiverWriggle
Chance Meeting
By: Wishdokter I’m not going to let this one get away. I like to have fun. I approach with an inane grin on my face. I know he recognises me from school, but he certainly won’t remember my name. Uncomfortably he slowly stretches out his hand to shake mine. I limply grip his fore-finger…
Park Death
By: Wishdokter Self immolation is the term for the act I’m about to carry out. I walk to the park, the same route I do everyday, this time though I am looking at all their faces, noticing their expressions, seeing the dead eyes seeing nothing. I’m not noticd. The park green is empty. People congregate…
Cordon
By: Wishdokter My legs are burning. I’m pumped and running on empty as I ride up to the police cordon tape that’s been stretched across the road. An aggressive policeman approaches me and tells me that I can’t go down this way, and will have to find another route. I ask what’s occurred but…
Lingering Shadows on the Beach
By: Hugin Where, in the day, the sand lies gold, At night there dwells a fear untold. When the clock strikes the midnight hour From the bell in St Mary’s tower, Fear the beach where the moonlight glows For quite what lies there, no one knows. By the lantern’s flickering light, I cannot see…
#3 Saga of King Hrolf Kraki: Part Three
By: Hugin It’s interesting to see the contempt with which many of the great Norse warriors viewed the Berserkers. This final section of The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki begins with Bodvar criticising Hrolf for becoming a coward when dealing with his Berserkers. Bodvar and Hott agreed that the Berserkers should be put in their place…
Prayer of a Captured Orkney Chieftain
By: Hugin That I should have half as much courage As the martyred saint whose bones now rest In the cathedral of cold red stone, Then I should feel to have done my best In the face of doom so imminent. That courage would aid my company, And then they should all take heart…
How quickly memories fade
By: Patrick How quickly memories fade: Neurons fired, then decayed. Once I looked into your eyes – They darted and dazzled Like fireflies. Now we’ve become strangers. Memories from a different life: A very brief past. Our weakness exposed When once we laughed. Ripped at the seam, Shattered remnants of a dream And everything that…
Looking into a broken reflection
By: Hugin Looking into a broken reflection and shedding a tear that seemed to fall forever but never land. Below, tumbling waves heralded the water that stretched on forever. Water had brought him to her and had snatched him away with as little warning. Smeared painfully across her life, he was gone now but…
Time; Our Friend
By: Hugin Five hours ago I had a ‘blast from the past’ – a really valuable experience. It was finding a story I had written when I was ten, not so juvenile as to be laughable, but with that overriding air of innocence that unfortunately cannot be preserved for day-to-day adult living. Human kind…