THE GARDEN OF GRACE
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 …
Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
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 …
“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.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS? What about all your lectures to Shaun and me about not taking matters into our own hands? About violence not being the answer? Or about two wrongs not making a right?” Read More …
I RECLINED ON THE chaise, shaded by a huge umbrella, beer in hand. The only thing separating the motel from the beach was a small stretch of lawn shaded by palm trees and an in-ground pool. Both were inviting and the weather was warm, but I was oblivious to the appeal of either. Read More …
GOD, HOW I WISHED I never got around to building my wife, Claire, the bookcase she’d been nagging me for ever since we’d moved into the old Federation cottage. The cottage she fell in love with and just had to have when we were finally financial enough to upgrade from our apartment to a house. Read More …
“His pulse has been slowly rising for the last half an hour and he’s twitched a few times. I think he’s coming around.” Read More …