Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
Damn the police!
What did they expect? A full physical description? My attacker was female, mid-thirties… probably. She wore a hat and dark glasses. You try guessing age behind those two things. That description was the best I could do. Read More …
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I shushed Michael to silence when I saw my home number come up as the incoming caller on my cell and lay back near naked on our hotel room bed. He gave me a little-boy-denied-a-sweetie look.
“Dave, darling, I was just about to ring you. I got into bed and just had to hear your voice again before I went to sleep.” Read More …
But then as I lay there the ceiling light seemed to penetrate my chest, accusing me and forcing my focus inward. I questioned my own behavior. Why, after all the emotional slaps in the face Molly had dished out, was I still here? I’d had my suspicions, four years’ worth, confirmed. Physical or emotional, did it really matter what type of affair they’d been having? Read More …
My mind has gone through the whole gamut of emotions possible in the last two minutes. From disappointment, to rage, and finally, to determination. Read More …
I knew this was the moment of truth. Crunch time. The ultimate decision-making moment. The moment I’d been dreading for weeks. Contradictorily, it was also the moment exciting me beyond anything I’d experienced before. Read More …
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have come to my wife’s work Christmas party. For the last three days I’ve been on the bad end of a gastro bug. I’m only just beginning to get over it. Because of the bug I’ve missed work for two days and I can’t remember the last time that happened. I’m a contract shearer, if you’re interested. Read More …
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Dave and Rebecca Brown, a couple married twelve years, were an hour and a half into their first tripartite, court ordered counselling session. Dave was only attending due to the strong insistence of his lawyer. Post nuptial agreements were a relatively new phenomenon in the legal system and Dave’s lawyer wanted every ‘i’ dotted and ‘t’ crossed. The previous ninety minutes had been dominated by talk between the counsellor and Rebecca, with Dave sitting, tight lipped, notebook and pen in hand. Periodically, he scribbled something on the pad. Read More …
Susan Smith, Susie to her friends, picked up her bag of purchases from the passenger side of the car, shut the door, and headed to go inside through the internal door in the garage to the house. Just as she reached it she looked back, in thought. Read More …
“Hi, Jenny, thanks for coming. I…, I need a friend right now.”
“That’s fine, Mum, exams aren’t for another month yet.” Read More …
“Oh my god, darling. I’d no idea that I’d hit you so hard. How bad is it?” Read More …