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Father Bicgock was making his rounds at the Chapel when he came upon Sister Margaret weeping."What is wrong, dear Sister?" Bicgock asked, sitting beside her."My hand," Margaret replied, "It is broken." Her left hand was in a sling and wrapped in a cast. "I had a nasty fall and broke it, but it doesn't hurt anymore.""That looks quite damaged," Bicgock said, "But why must you weep if you are no longer in pain?"“I may no lon...

The Hero

An experimental short story with an odd twist ending

The HeroA thin hand shook him fiercely by the shoulder. Sleep dropped away as his blanket was torn from him and the high, panicked voice pierced into his ears. “Prince Phillip! Awaken at once! It's the princess! You must awaken! Prince Phillip!” His eyes sprang open. The light dripping in from the hole in the thick stone wall was that of dawn, gray and new. He sat up, taking in the wild-eyed face of the Lady Isabelle as s...

Kids say and do the darndest things!

A few snippets from my job in early childhood.

I work in childcare, a job I love and enjoy very much. No two days are the same and the children definitely keep me on my toes, but I would not change it for the world. I love my job. As you probably guessed from the title, this is just a little piece about the conversations I have had with the children over the course of my job. I was on the early shift one morning, and as I walked into the daycare centre I finished my c...

The sky sat in judgment on a cold spring morning. All the people could be seen staring out of their empty shells, shells that housed warm souls and harbored dark thoughts, translucent in the light of day but opaque at night. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that night masks the deeds of day. It erases evidence and lays false trails for madmen to wander. It creates stories from air and air from words, notes from...

Sky and Earth

The forces of nature come alive to decimate a town.

It was always raining, maybe it didn't use to, but now, it was.Heavy rains, that drowned the ground and turned the mountain side to a slippery slope of mud. Cold rains that chilled the body faster than the snow. Rain that flooded the streets and made driving impossible, let alone walking. It wasn't smart to be out in the rain right now, or for the past few months actually and it was surprising that the town hadn’t gone un...

But I'm Not

Short piece. I saw him during class and the words just flowed.

If I was still your friend, I would be so proud of you right this second. If I was still your friend, you would not quite understand why, but accept it quietly, like you did everything else about me. If I was still your friend, I would greet you every morning, smile, stick out an arm and wrap it around your shoulders.If I was still your friend, you would smile back and tell me about your day. If I was still your friend, I...

Petrol Station Wallpaper Juice

The longest twilight of my life...

Petrol Station Wallpaper Juice Mad seas that by Starlightmelt away on the summer evenings.She grasps yellow dreams beyond shadowsthe twilight is gone.Only she can command flying ghosts.No words leftafter how many voyagesstop for a while take a chance. Awake,awake, shifting unseeingburning at the edges.Dreaming in her pallor of gold through splendid cities.Her white gown made from flowers of inkmelting away on the summer e...

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Monster in Space

The last words of the last Human alive...

THE BEAST IN THE DARK The creature is scratching at the door of the cabin, I am the last person alive on this Spaceship  All the rest dragged into the darkness by the beast from the void.  I write hurried as I'm sure these shall be my last words, the twisted savage beast batters and hammers at the airlock door.  Its screams echoing down the length of the empty ship. I`m sure it will break through within moments...Help me....

Not a head does not turn towards the destruction, drawn by the brutal symphony of sound, held rapt by the morbid visual. Everyone sees some part of the meticulously planned yet seemingly barbaric disassembly, almost walking into one another as they crane their necks. Children, the most vocal of us about their fascination with destruction, yet to learn the shame of it, point and exclaim; their parents use them as an excuse...

What is the Smartest Letter of the Alphabet?

A sort of silly poem I had to write as part of a Creative Writing course I took in 10th grade.

I imagine it to be the last in queue: a line first, then a diagonal cross that leaves you astonished, amazed that later melts into a familiar line, just a simple little line. almost as knowing as a human, it can hide very well; its siblings s and c are mentioned frequently, and display the same jingle, the same bell sound, but still it remains in hiding, waiting knowing not to come out too frequently, so that it is never...

But Really, I Adore You

He and I stopped being friends, and I needed to vent. Title taken from the song Starring Role.

I ignore you so painfully obviously that it's almost like I'm screaming out how much attention I'm actually paying you. Every turn I make, every single step I take is carefully calculated to be in the opposite direction you're going. Every turn of my gaze is towards where I know your eyes won't meet mine, and every breath that escapes my mouth leaves my body with the hope that it doesn't mingle with the air around you. I...

Big Bubba

A short story i had written for an advanced creative writing class, about friends, trouble and weed.

Big BubbaBy James GersbeckIt finally reached about noon when I had enough of the day’s boredom, and decided to call Phil up. My house was desolate anyway and I needed to either get out or do something that called me away from pointless masturbation and scheduled television. I sat scrolling through the mindlessly entrancing posts of Facebook waiting for Phil when I heard the small “pop” that was followed by an instant mess...

Pity the Living, Indeed

Just a tiny piece I wrote when I realised something at a funeral

The thing about funerals is that it's not only the poor bastard on the casket who looks dead. As you reach out to grab the crying son's shoulder or the wailing husband's hand, you see the hollows in their cheeks and their ashen faces and feel skin unnervingly cold from the twenty-year-old air conditioners whirring in the background. You see how screwed up everyone is, how the hundreds of tears they cried have taken half o...

VirtualDate 2.0

Coming soon to a Virtual Date near you, persistent encounters and improved AI.

VirtuaDyne made half a billion on their Virtual Dating platform inits first six months on the market, in turn, the arcades, like Jason’s, that purchased the machines, made a lot of money renting access by the half hour. Interest, and in turn, business, however, was starting to taper off. It had been over three months since I had gone on a Virtual Date. After the novelty wore off, I quickly grew bored of the 2D dates in th...