Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
In the middle of the night a chill awoke me. I got out of bed to check if the window was open. As I made my way across the room, in the darkness I bumped into another body. Two cold hands grabbed my waist. "Mossy, wake up,” I said. “You're sleepwalking.” The hands hurriedly loosed... Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago my friend Troy Moss (a.k.a. Mossy) and I travelled Europe on a working holiday, making a small fortune in prize money on the women's athletic circuit. It was easy. It hadn’t always been that way; we tried it just after graduating high school, but back then they were pretty strict... Continue Reading →
Christmas has inspired innumerable deeds of creativity and charity. Some have composed songs to honour the Son of God, some have given gifts to the poor, and others have held feasts of celebration. Then there’s Charles Dickens. When he contemplated the birth of Jesus Christ, the incarnation of Deity, and the arrival of hope for... Continue Reading →
In the morning the president of the bank arrived, Unlocked the front door and made his way inside. As he entered his office he got quite a shock, He was met by an angry old elf with a Glock. He saw six more elves as he looked round the room, Armed with guns and grenades... Continue Reading →
Binkle the elf and his crew took the sleigh, In a flash they were off, they were up and away. They travelled like lightning on two reindeer’s power, And hit eight armoured trucks in twenty-four hours. They swooped in on a large-scale drug deal uninvited, But with Rudolph’s red nose they were easily sighted.... Continue Reading →
’Twas a month out from Christmas, so it goes, without fail, A big pile of bills arrived in the mail, With a letter marked urgent, addressed from the bank, And when Santa read it, his jolly heart sank. Now facing foreclosure unless debts were paid, Santa went to the shed where he kept his... Continue Reading →
Write what you know, says the old proverb. Well, apparently no one is listening, because everywhere I look there’s an author jabbering on about something clearly beyond their field of expertise. Tolkien’s violent, beer-swilling depiction of dwarves in The Hobbit made me wonder if he had ever actually met a dwarf; William Golding, though never... Continue Reading →
On a still and warm Arabian night, An old man gazed at the sky, And recalled the events of his many long years, Replaying them there in his mind. He’d travelled, and learned, and served under kings, No stranger to royalty’s halls, But of all the memories lighting his thoughts, There was one that... Continue Reading →
“It is you,” he said. I didn’t know what to do. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “Uh, yes sir,” I said. “I have a lot of respect for you, and if you could just let me explain—” “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” He peered at me. “You’ve been there recently, haven’t... Continue Reading →