The very real story of the chicken who squawked a lot.
Status: Complete and in need of illustrations before publication
Part of a proposed series of ‘Very real Stories’. Books for people of all ages. See also ‘The very real story of the very, very Old Dude’.
Seven chickens were tied upside down on a bike on the way to the market.
One of the chickens started to squawk and squawk and squawk.
“You’re giving me a headache,” said the man riding the bike. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll chop your head off first!”
But what the chicken was really trying to say was,
“Watch out for that bus!” Continue reading →
The Day little Timmy stopped the world.
Flash fiction story = less than 600 words.
Indeed it is probably unfair to lay the blame on little Timmy Rothschild simply because it was his birthday. In reality, the blame could more fairly be laid at the feet of his mother, if only she could have been expected to know. After all, it was she who in her rush omitted to position the fifth candle in place on top of the birthday cake. You see, little Timmy was turning 5 that day, not 4. Continue reading →
The Battle of my Hands.
Long before the little voice in my head had a name he was already playing games with me.
Left alone in a small flat, sick, cold, ALONE, the mind can wander…a knife left sitting on the table…2 hours later, this text had spurted out from the darkest little voice realms of my head.
I’m having a battle with my evil hand. It’s going for the knife sitting on the table in front of me, reaching out determinedly. The fingers stretch as far as they can without the bones bursting out of the skin. My new housemate Bob has left it on the table. Careless. Real careless. I’m a pretty easy going guy to live with. I only have one rule: DO NOT LEAVE ANY KNIVES LYING AROUND. Continue reading →