The walls around me are seeping with damp matter and I can imagine there’s a whole world of insects or damp-loving creepy crawlies fascinated by the soles of my feet right now. I’ve truly been pushed out into the gutters as a result of my actions and Christ, I’d kill to know how Lainey and Luca are doing and whether they’re proud of me. If … Continue reading Fortune Cookie
Taking a focus on using a more absurdist style of plot and experimenting with third-person omniscient narratives. Lamar wasn’t stuck. Not entirely. He wouldn’t allow himself to think that he was anyways. Just ‘taking a rest’ he’d mumble to himself with stark annoyance that the night had come, and he could no longer continue with his journey. Atleast his boat, his prized (and only) possession had come out from … Continue reading A Short Story: Nishikigoi
This story is a little more vulgar than usual as it’s based on a Charles Bukowski poem I love. Experimenting with manifesting emotion and reactions in readers by using intense narratives rather than descriptions. I don’t recall ever enjoying school. Most of my time had been a blur, with much of it having been spent either drinking in cleaner’s cupboards or boy’s bathroom stalls just … Continue reading A Short Story: A Scene from 1940
As I watch through your window, you light an incense stick. Your hands tremble delicately as you bring the flame up to the wood and witness its fumes disperse; mainly in the direction of your face, but you don’t flinch. You also know that I’m watching you too through your single-glazed windows. I know that you can hear me breathe but you still don’t hesitate … Continue reading A Short Story: Luna
Based on image prompt here. Everything opposing me was unapologetically urban. For as far as I could see, there wasn’t a single sign of life that wasn’t human; no trees, no blossoming flowers and no restless weeds attempting to fill the cracks in the pavement. Only monoliths of concrete soaring from each sidewalk in the same, ceaseless arrangement. I enjoyed my nights here because even … Continue reading A Short Story: Desolation
Courtesy of Frequency 21, a music publication whom I’ve had the opportunity of writing for over the past few months, here is an example of one of my interviews. See more of my posts here. Having emerged during June of 2015, The Empire Police are an indie-rock band from Preston. The band is made up of Jordao Bassa, 19, on vocals and rhythm guitar, Tom … Continue reading An Interview with The Empire Police
I’ve been emailing back and forth with someone for a while now who has requested that I ghost-write a few stories that meet a specific criteria and somehow mention a particular piece of furniture in them throughout. The reasoning behind this being that my new source of income happens to own a furniture shop and have a passion for words so figured that they could use the stories as a unique selling point. Continue reading “A Few Short Stories: Furniture Project”
