Fiction Writing
'Man, all three of you couldn't hit a barn door. Try again.' Hank loaded a clay into the thrower. 'Ready?' 'Pull!' The clay disc fired out over the field. Three shots fired off. The clay landed in one piece a hundred yards away. 'Dammit, these guns is useless,' whined Dwight. 'How we expected to hit … Continue reading PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
'Tick-tock, tick-tock,' went the clock. 'Time's up! Time's up!' cried the People. 'No more! No more!' chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!' weeped the Earth. 'Me Too! Me Too!' screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice. … Continue reading TICK-TOCK
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back … Continue reading WITHERED ROSE
Every Friday night: finished school for the week they gathered at diners before hopping into their daddy's cars and cruising through the streets, then drag-racing over at the abandoned drive-in on Parsons Street. Every week the private guard at the abandoned drive-in complained at the police station. 'Teenagers,' he was told. This new breed of … Continue reading AMERICANA
Frank was drunk. Julia's leaving party started at 6 in the office with a glass of champagne for everyone. Frank drank half a bottle. While some had headed off home to start their family weekends, others had headed over to the bar across the street. Frank hadn't been specifically invited, but he tagged along at … Continue reading JUST DESERTS
