Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
To this day, I don’t know if it was a sigh, a cough, a breath of air stirred up by my husband’s presence, or something on a more psychic level that made me open my eyes. I do recall having an inane, endorphin spurred goofy grin on my face attesting to the success of John’s recent efforts. Read More …
Kevin McDonald stood impatiently at the arrivals concourse at Chicago’s O’Hare airport waiting for his little brother to arrive from LA. During a scan of the faces of the incoming passengers he caught sight of his reflection in a pane of glass and realised that he looked as haggard as he felt. He’d only managed about four hours sleep in the two nights since the email had arrived from his father. The email that proved the estrangement he’d felt for years toward, not only his father, but his little brother, was based on a lie. The feelings of guilt, remorse, and a terrible sadness for the lost years that could never be retrieved, was eating him alive. Read More …
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 …
Lucy was sexually excited. Very sexually excited. She was sure she could feel her own juices running down the inside of her leg. 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 …
Lyn awoke, uncomfortable and confused. She battled to open her eyelids for what seemed like an age, but in reality, was probably only a few seconds. 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 …
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 …
“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 …