July 2011
2 posts
microstory #149:
‘You have one free kill. Fingerprint exemption. No record. Make it matter.’ Lately, junk mail was sparking Bob’s interest.
microstory #148:
To focus his mind Hiro Oralgami would fold dirty thoughts into neat little squares, to relax it, he would unfold them again.
October 2010
0 posts
microstory #147:
Nathan was disappointed when he discovered the voice from above was actually Ned from Unit 12a. But decided to believe in him anyway.
July 2010
5 posts
microstory #146:
A fine craftsman, he knew how to take the edge off things, to soften the crankiest piece of timber. He slept in bedsheets made of sandpaper.
microstory #145:
MC SplitLip called himself a hip-hop artist but deep down he knew he was just a bullshit artist who happened to rhyme.
microstory #145:
What Dan missed most about childhood was the ability to be stupid on his own. Without anyone else’s input.
microstory #144:
Clarry never liked fishing. Didn’t care much for the taste of it either. But by fuck he was good at it.
microstory #143:
Lately, Timmy the ‘Free Hug guy’ found he was losing clientele to his rival Biff the ‘Free Punch guy’ on the next corner.
March 2010
7 posts
microstory #142
Langford liked to set the right tone for his holidays. He found sky-diving naked into chosen destinations did the trick.
Microstory #141
Like everyone, Stan has a dream. But it’s not a very good one and he doesn’t like to talk about it.
microstory #140
For 50yrs Pop Forsyth spoke to his plants. Then one day, incredibly, one spoke back to him…sadly, he didn’t speak Russian.
microstory #139
For a brief moment Rasul considered having a thousand pounds of candy strapped to his body instead of high explosives.
microstory #138
Many people wish to be reincarnated as Dolphins or Kings, Lilly wants to be a plastic bottle and just hang around forever.
microstory #137
While other MDs sought subtle ways to motivate staff, Mr Galston preferred to leave scissors stabbed heavily into desks.
microstory #136
Although Ben had a gift for music that was celebrated around the world, he still dreamt of being a nifty fridge mechanic.
December 2009
2 posts
microstory #129
The final equation was found to be the people. Cultural combinations that would blend as numbers never could.
microstory #128
Everyone thought Heni became multilingual to overcome his racial ignorance. But he just wanted to be more fluent with his abuse.
November 2009
9 posts
microstory #128
“Words carry weight, some sink souls”, “Can I just have my mail please?” said Tilda sternly, the new mailman was starting to freak her out.
microstory #127
On the way to an important job interview Matt felt a light drizzle. Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with the weather.
microstory #125
Somewhere, the wick of marriage smoldering will soon be doused and reignite into an inferno of fumbling fingers and tricky zippers.
microstory #123
Just when he was beginning to think he knew something, he was presented with his newborn and realised he knew nothing.
microstory #122
Nashrapan imagined she was the Planetary Clerk for Happiness. Her job was to fill a page with destructive words, select all and delete them.
microstory #121
As a ‘Weatherman’ Rupert was familiar with change but he wasn’t so keen on his networks decision to change his title to ‘Disasterman’.
microstory #120
Walter starting calling himself an ‘Urbanist’. He had no idea what it meant but it sounded good and impressed people he met at cool parties.
microstory #119
Sometimes Addison wished she could just clear her mind’s cache and start over again.
microstory #118
“We’re proud to introduce the Benevolent Bullet” said the US Army Chief. “It asks a couple of questions before deciding whether to kill you”.
October 2009
6 posts
microstory #116
Her bare breasts hung before him. Long, fleshy pendulums. It was a small part, minimal nudity but she declined to ‘star’ in his microstory.
microstory #114
Bill’s neighbours told him to “Build a bridge and get over it!”. So he did. Right over their crappy little house.
microstory #112
Grandma Nelly moved with the times but couldn’t help feeling sad when she looked at her ‘i-Reader’ all alone on that magnificent book shelf.
microstory #111
General Matter looked out at his troops and felt disillusioned. How did it come to this? All he ever wanted was to be in a boy band.
microstory #108
“And furthermore…” read his Mother’s gravestone.
microstory #107
Since childhood Murray chased UFOs. Hoping they’d visit. Then one day they did. For afternoon tea. Ate all his biscuits then left. Bastards.
September 2009
13 posts
Microstory #105
He was just waiting for a sign. A simple sign that said GO. Move ahead. Your time is now. But no, the roadworker held fast at, STOP.
Microstory #101
Yousef shouldn’t have been surprised when the hate he used to create his ’Terrorism Manual’ one day exploded in his face.
Microstory #100
Now at home after a lifetime of globe-trotting, Harold happily replaced ‘Frequent Flyer points’ for his wife’s ‘Frequent Plier points’.
Microstory #99
Prof. Schadenfreude couldn’t help himself. Every time he failed a student he’d just burst out laughing.
microstory #98
Tony Triple Word Score Jones hated Scrabble. But he hated his parents even more.
microstory #97
Mick was more than happy with the blueprint for a better world, now he just wanted to “Set the footings and build the bloody thing”.
microstory #94
Willy wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry when the psychiatrist diagnosed his fear of being chased by wild donkeys as: Eeeyawwgorphobia
microstory #92
At 34 Wilfred told his parents the harsh truth. He’d probably be hanging around his bedroom a long time. He hated hearing his father cry.
microstory #90
A sufferer of acute claustrophobia, Mr Eggspansin became a Cosmologist for no other reason than to stare at what he could never have.
microstory #86
Walter was into ‘Fly-by shitting’. And there was nothing anyone could do. “It’s just my ‘thang’ ” he cooed cooly.
microstory #85
Lawyer Sid Kidman found his inner child and began writing all correspondence in crayon. He was told to report to the Principal’s office.
microstory #81
“Get over yourself ” she said, “I’m trying to” he replied “But you’re in the way”.
microstory #79
Sheridan had many issues. But she’d ignored them and now they were piling up on her. ‘I really should get a magazine rack’ she thought.
July 2009
11 posts
Micro-story #58:
Incredibly, Olaf achieved his lifelong dream of spreading ‘Compassion’ all over the world. Pity it was just another energy drink.
Micro-story #57:
“Hi. Firstly. Does the fault compare to the crap conditions of those who made the product?” Sid loved his Complaint’s Dept. job.
microstory #56:
Frank Wilkington was chuffed having tagged the tagger’s house with his beautiful caligraphy.
Micro-story #54:
Although a tad dubious about her son’s latest monicker. Alli quite enjoyed being the surprise victim of “The Cuddle Terrorist”.
Micro-story #53:
Crude verse sentencing saw the arrival of Judge Stanza’s senility, “5 years – no probation, society’s had enough, for you - no bacon”.