A new short Story – Us
What is life? What is time? Who are we? US – is a short story that may not answer these questions but will at least make you think about them. read it here . . . Related Posts:Us – a short storyWhat was it now?
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What was it now?
John’s jumbled muddled mind twisted thoroughly as he sat still at the top of the steps. He was alone and deep in thinking, thinking about what he was thinking about. He was, he was sure, supposed to be doing something important, or so he thought, that day. He knew, or he thought he knew, it [...]
the richest man in the world
a short story by Derec Jones I am the richest man in the world. I am a recluse. I am afraid of doorknobs. I shower in purified water a dozen times a day. I eat nothing but the flesh of sterilised fruit. It’s true; I am the richest man in the world, the rest doesn’t [...]
Dead Flowers
a short story by Derec Jones Twenty-seven people were killed or injured when the bomb exploded. I happened to be travelling past on the bus, but I was only shaken up a little. I went to help of course; I am a doctor after all. I attended to three of the victims. Mair died on [...]
