This archive contains a collection of my flash stories self-published on the internet over the last couple of years.
- Silence of the Hams (first published 11/3/2006)
- Congratulations, You Killed Christmas (first published 24/12/2005)
- The Bard of Bauchery, part 3 (first published 12/11/2005)
- The Bard of Bauchery, part 2 (first published 29/10/2005)
- The Bard of Bauchery, part 1 (first published 11/10/2005)
- The Story of Short Sentences (first published 3/10/2005)
- Growth Hormones, Win Thermos (first published 5/9/2005)
- Yodetta and the Distinctive Language Habit (first published 27/8/2005)
- Etch-a-sketch: No Hands (first published 4/8/2005)
- Darn (first published 9/7/2005)
- The Narcissistic Snail (first published 23/6/2005)
- Mr Ted (first published 7/6/2005)
- I Am Art (first published 27/5/2005)
- Nuds (first published 9/5/2005)
- A Meal from the Restaurant at the End of Sanity (first published 19/4/2005)
- Old Red (first published 30/3/2005)
- The Gardener (first published 20/3/2005)
- King Dom Cum (first published 4/3/2005)
- Prince Chuck (first published 19/2/2005)
- The Commode (first published 26/1/2005)
- Which Planet Would It Be? (first published 22/11/2004)
- The Cracks (first published 18/11/2004)
- Xavier the Failure (first published 23/10/2004)
“...I remembered that I had killed and eaten them in a gluttonous drug-fuelled rampage a couple of weeks back.”
“I sat in my rocking chair with a shotgun across my lap and my false teeth in a glass of solution by my side.”
The girl frowned. “What does ‘Bauchery’ mean?”
“It’s kind of like debauchery, only more chivalrous.”
“Johnny cast his most rarely used spell, Tree Huggin’ Hippy.”
“Take your toe out of my nose,” Johnny said.
“...my toes fell off. I ate them. They gave me indigestion.”
“Everyone I knew said I shouldn’t take growth hormones. They were evil cheating. Give you cancer. Your nuts will shrivel up and fall off. I heard all the excuses, but I wanted to win the three legged race more than anything.”
“...all the other witnesses had told vague stories about glowing swords, security guards choking and staff vaguely doing whatever the robbers told them.”
“...how they get this Etch-a-sketch to work with the knobs all broken I’ll never know.”
“Why would I want to be sarcastic? She is the best darn darner.”
“In snail terms, ‘narcissist’ means ‘a trail leaver of magnificent proportion’.”
“Sometimes Mr Ted made me touch myself in places while I was in the bath, even though Mummy screamed and told me to stop that stop that stop.”
“...I take open minds and castrate them. I take closed minds and make bent forks of them.”
“He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the machete and blood-red bandana he kept in there.”
“There’re maggots made of matchsticks crawling out of my ears.”
“Sometimes when my classroom teacher is giving me a hard time, I talk to Old Red and he convinces me not to kill her.”
“...in the summer straw of the blessfully vacant stable, the Lady showed Gardner that field.”
“The monkey became agitated and urinated on my foot, at which point I took out my Glock 17 and blew that monkey into the next laugh line.”
“Bowls hey? Is that lawn bowls or that hideous ten pin sort?”
“No, no. Her name is Bowles.”
“Some people have expressed disbelief when I tell them that Dad took a shit in front of us, but how else do you show someone how to use a commode?”
“I wouldn’t go to Saturn because there are no bars there, just icy rings.”
...I started walking on the cracks. And then I thought, “Fuck, walking on all the cracks is as compulsive as not walking on them”.
“Xavier found Saint Peter and the Devil playing poker in a dark corner of the take-away. They wouldn’t let him join in.”