By: Vague It is nearly ten in the morning. I was just sat idly thinking when it struck me that I would normally have been at work for two hours by now. Instead, what have I done? I’ve laid in my hammock watching the light slowly creep across the glen. I stayed there watching…
Author: ShiverWriggle
Sunday Evening, Monday Morning
By: Vague As I write this it is Sunday evening, about half past seven. I have had no mobile reception for several days now and intend to walk back around the coast a little way tomorrow (weather permitting) to try and send this and see if anyone has been in touch. It is odd…
Seeds
By: Finlay Mature professional gentleman; 5’10”, grey hair, blue eyes. Has cucumber seeds, will travel.
My Finest Hour
By: Wishdokter I arrived somewhat later than I’d intended. It was nearly mid-night and the house party was, as the kids would say nowadays, in full swing. As soon as I’d walked in, most people were aghast. I fought my way through the crowd and took my place, in the front room, where most…
Vague Wanderings
By: Vague The outdoors. It is an interesting word in itself – carrying connotation and loaded meaning. Why choose a word that pretty much encompasses the whole world and turn it into “us and them”? Out of doors. In other words, not a safe, man-made place. Something beyond the barrier; frightening, and not to…
Hitler’s Year in India
By: Wishdokter “My year in India was a major turning point in my life… I think I’ve found my spiritual home, the people there are so friendly…” Serenely beautiful and waif-like. She’s the only one in the room who is speaking. Every now and then a couple will whisper something to each other. But,…
Time and Overconsumption
By: Patrick ‘Time is not money; time is life.’ This sentence is from an article written in the 1960s. The article quotes a recent passage from ‘The Times’ in which it was shown that Americans in fact work just as hard in the 1960s as they did in the 1850s despite the introduction of machines and…
Thank You
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…
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…