Sunday, October 30, 2016

Halloween Special

Milk Wood

“There’s a creepy clown behind you. No one will survive. The clown is lifting his arm. Food, food. He’s hungry for you. Forget the time. The time. The time. Time…”
They looked over their shoulders and couldn't see any clown but this was to be a “horrifying experience” said the brochure, so they thought it was all part of the show.
Suddenly, the room went dark. A dreadful slashing sound... Peter laughed nervously.
When the lights were back on, he was the only one alive.
The Ouija board slowly wrote “Congratulations. Your ticket had a special prize. Come back soon!”

Sunday, October 23, 2016


Asalia House

Would you like to offer a special someone a trip to an unknown destiny? We have what you’re looking for. Rates for all budgets. We have a promo with our Express Rate. The ride might not be first class, the company somewhat off but… it’s all part of the adventure, right? We’ll take your special someone to vaguely puzzling yet strangely calming accommodations where he’ll be able to enjoy the serene tranquility of our lodgings, alongside a large crowd of other peaceful campers. Oh, and we’ll even provide a sturdy shovel for the… gardening hours, a highlight of our program.
100 Word Stories

Sunday, October 16, 2016



“And a bottle of wine,” he ordered. “You’ll love it. Super expensive.”
She didn't drink. He knew it but didn't care. He went on to talk about his expensive new suit. Didn't he look smart, he asked, scanning the restaurant for familiar faces.
“This is the best place in town, very hip, super expensive too. Oh, hey, Vincent,” he waved hellos left and right, turning his back to her.
When she walked away, he didn't even notice it. And now he had that super expensive existence all to his radiant, perfectly pathetic self. And she was free. Wasn't life grand?

Sunday, October 9, 2016



“The unicorn police captain was shocked to find that two of his fox deputies were being held hostage. Who has them? Did they ask for a ransom? The werewolf SWAT team was ready. The fairies answered the phones. The goblins were in the way. So, when…”
“Stop right there, Mom. What kind of a story is that?”
“Well, you asked me tell you a story of unicorns and fairies…”
“Yes, but… the fairies answering the phone? Really… Mom? Rewrite it. It’s crap.”
And that’s how the fairies ended up in the SWAT team, preventing the murder of two fox deputies.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

500 Word Snatch Writing Sessions End

The Monday-Friday 2am SLT and the Saturday 12noon SLT writing sessions, started in 2013 and hosted by me at Milk Wood, come to an end. New writing adventures will no doubt come by. Keep on writing.



After a day’s work in the fields, Ronnie would say “Turn right”. Mike complied in silence. The path took them back to town. But there was also a path to the left.

“What’s over there?” asked Mike one day, pointing to the left.

Ronnie shrugged.
“Never felt curious?”
Ronnie shook his head.
However, Mike went back to the crossroads and, taking a deep breath, took the path to the left.
He never came back. He went to the big city. He became rich. And he never stopped being curious, especially about all the “paths to the left” he came across.