By: Hugin Casimir put his hand out to steady himself. With his remaining eye he could see blurred images of the land in the distance; those hills that always seemed so far from his reach. Away to the south, on the road that he had just left, he could hear agitated voices in a…
Category: ShiverWriggle Creates
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…