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Category: Shorts

No Rest for the Wicked

Posted on February 21, 2012July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: James   “Harper, you bastard!” That bastard Harper’s been at it again. Give me strength. Listen to him, scurrying about like some sort of teenager whose furious masturbation session has been abruptly cut short by a grandparental intrusion. To be honest, that’s not too far from the truth. Swap the ages round and it…

Life in Blue and White

Posted on January 25, 2012July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: James   Man, I hate that thing. It’s been up on that wall ever since I can remember. When I think back to the days we’d come round after school, and she’d sit us down on the couch while she’d fetch the teacakes, it makes me shudder. Being in the presence of it meant…

Peer Pressure

Posted on September 23, 2011July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Hugin   Marguerite looked down at the cake in front of her.  It was about six centimetres tall with a diameter of around twenty centimetres, cloaked in thick, rich butter-cream with a thin drizzle of syrupy jam across some of the top.  All of these things Marguerite loved, but here they were on a fruit and nut…

I Know Him Not

Posted on May 12, 2011July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Hugin   I had known him long ago.  Too long ago to think of now – in truth it was a lifetime ago.  I had laughed with him, drank with him, travelled with him… he had always been there.  But paths split and fork to form different directions that must be followed and now……

Short Fiction

Posted on March 14, 2011July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Craig Forshaw Title by Keith Robinson   Bleached-bones banging against the peeling cherry-red paintwork. Up above, a brilliant tomato grows in the jaundiced sky, getting larger all the time. PastPresentFuture are all one now. Everything becomes relative, and even gravity appears treacherous. The roaming, charcoal Sésquac snarl and dance at the American Firebird. Its…

Those Hills

Posted on November 24, 2010July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

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…

Seeds

Posted on September 15, 2010July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Finlay   Mature professional gentleman; 5’10”, grey hair, blue eyes. Has cucumber seeds, will travel.

Thank You

Posted on August 16, 2010July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

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…

Park Death

Posted on August 6, 2010July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

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

Posted on August 2, 2010July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

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…

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