Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
I looked for the last time at my reflection in the mirror. Could I do it? Could I really get away with this? Could the forty-year old, not beautiful but also not plain, housewife who has never done anything remotely like this, have one extramarital adventure with no repercussions at all? Read More …
A PERSON WHO would kill
your love when your love was all you had was not much of a person in Jacob Morissey’s estimation. Read More …
“Dave, what aren’t you telling me? The secretary of the diocese just rang. I’ve been asked to resign from all the church committees I’m on. I mean, not just give up the chairmanships, but get off the committees altogether. They wouldn’t say why. What happened Saturday night? What did I do after I drank too much?” Read More …
Sonya looked at the retreating back of her husband and couldn’t supress a smile. Her scratch plan had worked brilliantly. She now had at least four hours to do what she’d dreamt of for the last two months. Completely free from restriction. Unbridled. It was going to be sooo good. Read More …
Lyn awoke, uncomfortable and confused. She battled to open her eyelids for what seemed like an age, but in reality, was probably only a few seconds. Read More …
“Nice to meet you on such a happy occasion, Mr. Brown. I’m Doctor Simms. I believe you’ve been dealing with Doctor Smith until now. She’s on a sabbatical in Europe at the moment.” Read More …
“DAVE, WHERE WERE YOU? Why didn’t you show up for my wedding rehearsal? Mum has been trying to ring you since six, she’s really pissed at you.” Read More …
HI. MY NAME IS MIKE and I love my kids more than anything else in the world. I’d do anything for them without a moment’s hesitation. Read More …
I lowered myself into my seat, cursing the faceless admin staff member who’d booked me a centre seat instead of one by the window or aisle. Mystery Lady had encountered no such issues and was seated by the window. For the umpteenth time I studied her profile, trying to tease out of my memory bank the knowledge of where and how I knew her. Read More …
JESUS BLOODY CHRIST! How does Lexie sleep through this night after night?
“Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Randy. Fuck me!”
Of course, he’d have to have a name like Randy.