Book Review: The Adventures of Pinocchio

Knowing nothing about Carlo Collodi’s Pinocchio other than it is a classic children’s story about a puppet and it was made into a Disney movie, I expected a sweet and wholesome adventure with a happy ending. I found instead something more like the bible’s book of revelation: a fast-moving account of glorious creatures and terrifying... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Eulogy

"Well, what can you say about Uncle Bert that wouldn't further tarnish his reputation? He was a good man, I suppose. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps in comparison with some of his 'business associates', none of whom have turned up today to pay their respects, I see. Although, to be... Continue Reading →

Poem: Grandad

My grandad had a hacksaw with teeth just like a shark, I put it in my backpack when we visited the park. I threw it in the pond but the hacksaw didn't swim, It had teeth like a shark but it didn't have the fins.   My grandad had false teeth as straight as piano... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 1)

Victor Furbank grew up in a thrifty household. "Waste not, want not," was one of the family mottos, and Victor's father was as stern as a boat's backside when it came to enforcing it. The cost of any excess butter Victor spread on his toast was deducted from his weekly pocket money (which was already... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Coming of Age

It was a bright, frosty morning. The sun decorated the hills with streaming golden beams, while birds sang their chorus of chirps and whistles. In the emerald glen a pair of furry brown antennae popped up from the grass, followed by a twitching nose. A look left, then right, and the hare darted off for... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Siege of Devil’s Pass

Way down south a long time ago, When folks were content and life moved slow, Was a place where a cactus wouldn't dare grow, And they called it Devil's Pass.   Few people knew and even less cared, That out on that land where the ground was bare, A iron-willed family had built a house... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Visiting Mum

“New earrings? I don’t know why you keep buying those—it’s not like she’ll wear them.” “That’s not the point.” “At least get second hand ones. She’s not going to notice the difference, and you’d save yourself some money.” “Will you lay off? She put new earrings on the list, so I’m giving her new earrings.”... Continue Reading →

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