No style, no substance
What do I mean? I mean this is a short story with no style and no substance. Why? Why not?…
Category: Snippets
in a shell
Myself is in a shell Myself is in a shell, Being hung up And that. I shed my shell, From…
Stacked Vegan Pizza
I fancied making a pizza the other day but was fed up of those pale lacklustre crusts available from supermarkets…
The BEBS Award for Best Ever Book
Well, I did it, I won the Best Ever Book Award. The BEBS is a very prestigious award made just…
Today’s the Day
I found a canvas in the street. I had some scraps of garish acrylic paint.
Some Shadow
The path to the cabin was choked with brambles; that was good. It meant that no one had been near…
There’s a Spider on the Ceiling
OK, so that last bit was a bit rushed – a bit fake, a bit gratuitous, but I’m back already…
Objective: Say that life is temporal.
Character A: Life is temporal. Character B: Uh! Character A: You know, it exists in time. Character B: Yeah? What’s…