A Simple Conversation 4 – Astrid
THE SCENE: Astrid is on the phone in the kitchen, multitasking; talking and cooking. She looks up as her husband, Dave comes in from work. Behind him is another man; muscled, blonde and rugged looking. Read More …
Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
THE SCENE: Astrid is on the phone in the kitchen, multitasking; talking and cooking. She looks up as her husband, Dave comes in from work. Behind him is another man; muscled, blonde and rugged looking. Read More …
THE SCENE: Dave Brown is sitting at the kitchen table. It is Sunday evening and his wife, Deborah, has just walked in, carrying a small suitcase. They have been married for five years and are currently childless but aim to rectify that in the very near future. Read More …
THE SCENE: Dave and Sonya Brown, childless married couple, are sitting at the kitchen table. Dave has just come home from work; Sonya beat him by an hour and is dressed smartly. There is a small suitcase near the front door. Read More …
IN A DAZE, not even realising I was doing it, I stepped down off the little ladder I’d dragged from my closet and staggered back toward the bed. When it hit the back of my knees, I sat heavily; staring at the thing revealed by the open, dangling cover of the smoke detector. All the implications of why and how the object of my stare had gotten to be where it was, and exactly what it meant, flooded my mind. Read More …
Pulling the cover back, I slid carefully into my side of the huge bed. Still wide awake, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Strange. It was turned facing away from the bed. 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 …
John awoke, after an extremely poor night’s sleep, on the couch in the lounge, with the first feeble light of dawn. The feeling of dread that had started creeping into his soul the previous night had matured in his sleep. He just knew his marriage would never be the same as before last night. Read More …
LISA SAT AT the kitchen table having just completed her latest review of her upcoming speech. 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.
“Dave knows about us, John. He confronted me this morning. Said that one of his friends saw us out at that restaurant last night.” Read More …