When I Grow Up…

As children, we are often asked, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ I find this to be a strange question; one that tells us at an early age that what we choose to do for a living will define us as human beings. Perhaps a less guiding question would be, ‘What…

How many ways can I distract myself from writing?

Let me count. First of all, I would like to point out that I am not a natural procrastinator. I have plans, to-do lists, priority lists; essentially, everything possible to keep a person on track. However, I have been editing the same manuscript for months! Actually, it will soon be a year. It has been…

Shadows

The party has already started by the time I arrive. Johnny and Sarah dragged me and I don’t want to be there. They have weird friends. I open a bottle of beer as soon as we step onto the back deck. Man, this will be a long night. There’s a fire in a barrel and…

The unassuming tale of the boogie man’s son -Part 2

This is an extension of an earlier piece. It was requested by the person who originally sent me the title.   I arrive at the old building a little too soon. My eagerness to see Susan again obviously crept into my subconsciousness enough to rush my schedule. Very inconvenient. But in arriving early, I am…

The unassuming tale of the boogie man’s son

This is another short story which resulted from someone sending me a title. And what a title it is! But I won’t keep you any longer, read on. The room is musty. It always is. Sigh. I guess that’s what you get for being in a rarely used hall in a disregarded building. The cheap…

The Amazing the Magnificent and the Mundane

The hay covering the showground was damp from the night before, but still smelt like poo. I trudged across it, carrying my step stool and box of tricks. The purple cape that Mum made was already tied around my neck and billowing out in the morning breeze. Today, I would show everyone what I was…

The Day My Pants Fell Down and I Showed My Undies

For young people. When I woke up on Thursday, I didn’t expect it to be different from any other school day. I dressed in my uniform and chomped at my breakfast. I like making noise when I eat cereal, I can see my brother twisting in annoyance as I shovel each mouthful in. I ran…