Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
SPECIAL NOTE: This extended version, adding approximately 3000 words, is thanks to the constructive feedback offered by low8option. Van1 and CTC love constructive criticism and questions. Thank you, low8option, for making us dig deeper on this story. Read More …
BROOKE REGARDED HERSELF in the bathroom mirror. She was flushed and dishevelled. She held her breath and stood perfectly still. She knew that the smallest movement, even the merest thought, and the zing in her belly, the nerves strung so tight they were like a corset, would twang. 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 …
He’d had that dream again, last night. He somehow knew he was near water and he could hear two people laughing at him. It was such a vague, silly dream that he had not thought to mention it to anyone, not even his wife… Read More …
From my seat in the dock I looked around the courtroom as the furore continued. After my shock began to dissipate, I realised with dread that the next 6-8 years of my life were going to be hell. Read More …
LISA MALLOW SAT at a table in the back corner of the coffee shop gazing lovingly at her boyfriend Frank Morecomb. Read More …
THAT SUNDAY AFTERNOON I drove home after a typical summer’s day. I slept in that morning, went to church, then golfed with the guys. It has been like that every Sunday for the last year since the second of our kids left home. Our eldest Laura, was now twenty. She moved to a nursing school out of town two years ago. Our baby Josh followed to college last year. Read More …
I SAT IN OUR study at home and realised I had a problem. Where was that damned bit of paper? I had been sitting right here last Tuesday night finishing the list that had taken me several months. So where the fuck was it now? A second clearing of the desk, looking in the drawers, looking behind and under the desk revealed nothing. Ah, revelation, check the bin……………. empty. I thought back to Tuesday. I’m sure it wasn’t empty then. Friday was my wife’s housework day. Sorry, Dave, old son, but you’re going to have to scrounge through the recycle trash bin. Read More …