An archive of stories that I’ve written that are longer than a tweet. Including old stories that I had published on old websites of mine.
Behold! The Start of Daylight Savings Time
Behold! Daylight savings time starts today! All across the land, women and men of every colour and creed were heard to cry out: “How the f███ do I set the time on this thing!” Putting the clocks forward caused disruption to everyone’s circadian rhythm. It was especially noticeable in parents of young children. Already sleep deprived the loss of an hours sleep was keenly felt. That night, parents were heard having the same argument with their children:
Curse you inspiration fairy!
“Inspiration Fairy, I curse you!” cried the author in frustration. The blank page of paper remained on their desk, mocking their inability to write. Throwing down their pen, they closed their eyes and tried to take deep calming breathes. They soon became aware of a whooshing sound. The sound was hardly audible over the sound of the blood rushing in their ears. Opening their eyes, they saw a miniature whirlwind of multi-coloured and sparkly smoke.
The curse of indecision
A snowy mid-winter afternoon was the perfect time for Esmé to take stock of her supplies. Winter had had come early and was harsh this year. The surrounding villages had used many of her potions already. They were well known to keep the wolves away from their livestock. She made a note that her stock of wolfsbane was running low. The chiming of the grandfather clock in the hallway announced the time.
Walking the black dog
The man had heard, that exercise could help. Taking the black dog for a walk, he had heard, would tire it out. If he was especially lucky, and took a particularly circuitous route, it would get lost. A little respite from the bothersome beast would be very welcome. The man decided a trip to the post office was in order. To see if the universe had deigned to send him any post.
Alone in the crowd
He was alone in the crowd. An island in the sea of humanity that pressed in on every side. The mass of people flowed around him. As they did around other immovable obstacles in their path. Behind dark glasses his eyes scanned the crowd. Would he find friend or foe, lover or adversary, confidant or adversary? Who would be missed? And more importantly, who would not? There! Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed his quarry.
Rain brings an unexpected friend
Gwen felt tired, so very tired. She felt tired of her manager refusing to let her, a highly skilled software engineer, work on anything except menial tasks. Simply because she was a woman. According to him, girls can’t code. Working long hours, and not having much of a social life left her feeling down. In building her career she had lost touch with many of her friends. Living alone was becoming tiresome.
A letter to the dream fairy
Dear Dream Fairy, There are nights, when you give me, completely unforgettable dreams. Some nights you give me good dreams. Other nights you give me joyous and absolutely fabulous dreams. These are good nights for sleep. I wake refreshed and ready to face the challenges and opportunities of the day. Then there are nights that are not good. Some nights you give me bad dreams. Other nights you give me nightmares.
The ice cream lied
The ice cream whispered from its place in the icy cold depths of the freezer. It murmured attractive promises to those that would listen. In hushed tones it promised happiness and comfort. Feelings that could be a counterpoint to those of sadness, tiredness and downheartedness. The crisp voice of the cone, and the silky dark melodious whispers of the chocolate joined the soft words of the ice cream. The delectable ice cream melted in the mouth.