Stories and Paintings
Budgie and Nils jogged back down the hill and into the house; whatever preparations they were going to make, they were in a mild hurry to make them. LaShawn handed me the binoculars. “Take a look down there,” he said, pointing to the southern end of the valley stretching in front of Budgie’s property.... Continue Reading →
Bunkbed Ricky 6 years ago- Kenny4sale I think you’re right. Earlybirdworm 6 years ago- Dean Schmidt stick to fake moon landing theories, they are more believable than robot soldiers walking around London. MonkeyManFan 6 years ago- I wish I had a robot arm Ed Beard Boy 6 years ago- Check the air filter, it might... Continue Reading →
Once I got back down the hill, I went inside for a drink. Rory was in the lounge room, struggling to pluck some Simon and Garfunkel on Budgie’s guitar. “How did you get back here so fast?” I said. He lifted his eyes from the fretboard. “What do you mean?” “I thought you were... Continue Reading →
Budgie’s house, Queensland, Australia. 15th March 2014. I counted the cars parked up ahead as I drove up Budgie’s long driveway. Eighteen? No, nineteen. That was a tad disappointing. I parked around the side of the house, to allow room for the flood of latecomers I was hoping for. I got out... Continue Reading →
I took a quick shower upstairs. The cool water pelting the top of my shorn head and streaming down my face refreshed me and melted away some of the stress and uncertainty of the last few days. I coughed up a yellow pellet of phlegm; it circled the drain and then disappeared. I felt... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, justice buried its head in the sand as London crime kingpin, Jimmy O’Shea, was released from prison. He had served just eight months of his eight-year sentence for money laundering and arson. Aside from his proven crimes, O’Shea (a.k.a. Biscuits) is also suspected of drug dealing, bribery, assault, robbery, match fixing,... Continue Reading →
I took a slice of cold pizza from the fridge and then joined Rory on the couch. “Wanna play?” he offered, gesturing to the extra video game controller on the coffee table. I picked up the controller and hit the start button. As Player 2 on the screen, I found myself dropped into a... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t expecting you to write me back. Now I know I was right about you. You see things how they really are. You’ve accepted you could die at any moment. Most people go to absurd lengths to avoid that acceptance. I looked at the photograph of your painting. I don’t get it,... Continue Reading →
A persistent, muffled thumping roused me from sleep, and I rolled over, bleary-eyed, on my sweat-dampened pillow. Heavy footsteps plodded down the stairs. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes in the bright sunshine and intruding heat of the open window. Nearby cockatoos screeched. The thumping stopped. Last night’s... Continue Reading →
I know it was you who tipped off the cops. That took some balls. No hard feelings, you did what you had to do. Prison is unpleasant. Eight years they gave me, but some influential people are in favour of my early release, so I’ll be out soon enough. Some of my competitors... Continue Reading →
