SHORT STORIES
When The First Husband Dies Young
First published: X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine
People seem so taken with the exquisite agony of it all, they keep telling you how they feel your pain. But how can you? you think. I don’t even know how to feel it myself...
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Active and Passive Voice
First published: Pithead Chapel
We might call example [7] an instance of the passive-aggressive voice. This is not strictly a grammatical category, of course, though the behavior was very real and endlessly repeated.
Afterword
Published: The Haven | Medium
Were it not for my pulchritudinous Pamela-lama-ding-dong, this book might well have been titled Shall We Head Down The Big Asda On The Roundabout Via The Pet Shop So You Can See The Hamsters Son? (Also I Need Some Red Bull).
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Uncle Jack And The Turkey Funeral
First published: Sandstone Press
Of course I was struck by the absurdity of improvising a homily to a turkey. But with so many familiar faces present I took to remembering other - more conventional - funerals, and all those who had gone before us that we might never see again.
Extreme Bathroom Survival With Bear Grylls
First published: Slackjaw
With a careful bit of foraging, the bathroom does yield a few edibles. By grating this Lemongrass Zen Bodywash Bar from Habitat Botanicals on a pumice stone, and mashing in a little Lotus Herbals Fresh Apricot Scrub, I can make quite a respectable chilled soup.
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The Virtual Writer
First published: Sandstone Press
Are you up for this, Jon? Do you really want this, Jon? Because if we shake hands now, there’s no going back. We didn’t get blood out or anything – we weren’t the type – but we did a lot of mutual chest-stabbing of an intense pub kind...
Staircase Words
First published: Ellipsis Zine
The whole exchange, especially the attendant’s implacable attitude and his blithe discussion of such awful things in front of his children, left him deeply troubled, as if in some obscure way he’d been accused himself.
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