Unforgiven
Hiya. Dave’s the name and I’d like to tell you a little story of why I’m sitting in my kitchen at 2.30PM on a weekday when I would normally be at work. Read More …
Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
Hiya. Dave’s the name and I’d like to tell you a little story of why I’m sitting in my kitchen at 2.30PM on a weekday when I would normally be at work. Read More …
Hi my names Evil and…well that’s not my real name obviously, it’s a nickname. My real name is Dave. Read More …
Jane walked into the house Sunday night after her weekend away. Read More …
Fiona was excited as she got ready for her date. This was her third date with Carl and all the signs were good that Carl was going to get lucky for the first time tonight. Read More …
I sat at the table, intermittently looking at my watch and the notes of my prepared speech in front of me. By now it was purely habit. I knew the words I wanted to use by heart and had done for some weeks. Read More …
I was home alone and feeling sorry for myself, taking my enforced idleness pretty badly. Read More …
Dave Brown sat in his formal lounge room, in his recliner. Facing his chair was an empty couch. Between his chair and the couch was a coffee table with three champagne flutes on it, one full, two empty. 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 …
Lyn kissed her husband goodbye as he was leaving for work that morning. She dragged him into the spare bedroom and made a spirited attempt to reach his tonsils with her tongue while forcing her leg into his crotch. Read More …
Of all the rotten luck. Or was it an act of fate? Read More …