Archive for the Fiction Category

Escpae of the Robot Penguin

Posted in Fiction with tags , , on November 13, 2012 by randomintermissions

… Simon the Robot Penguin …

Simon looked dazed and confused, but then robot penguins often do.

Standing in a pool of blood, knife in hand, he desperately searched his data files for the sequence of events that had led him to this point.

It was a simple design flaw; robot penguins are not water resistant.

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Crimson

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , , on May 24, 2011 by randomintermissions

Crimson

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The pitter patter of crimson rain.

Pure, fluidic poetry.

A shadow’s breath mists in the bitter air as another falls breathless to the ground.

The white tile canvas explodes with dark, vibrant red.

As it flows, the first shadow relaxes and fades into the dank of the room.

Sweet release.

Adrift

Posted in About Me, Fiction on May 24, 2011 by randomintermissions

Another flash of fiction…

Adrift

... Come for a swim? ...

An expanse of still water, no sign of life, not a hint of land.

Being along here is hard.

But then: an explosion rocks the water sending our lone hero riding on the surf crest of a wave.

The little yellow rubber duck was no longer alone in the bath.

A Light Left On

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , on May 24, 2011 by randomintermissions

... A light left on ...

I have been considering [for the past 3 years] writing a short book comprised brief works of fiction, each of 50 words or less. Below is one of my first attempts, others may follow if I get some feedback and if anyone has suggestions for titles (it’s amazing what I can write to, but without a title, I get rather stuck!) Feel free to leave me a comment of title suggestions and I shall see what I can do for you.

A Light Left On

Bleary eyed, throbbing head, stale alcohol hangs in the air. Light streams through the window, yet the light is on.

A vague feeling I need to be somewhere.

The clock flashes 00.00, but that’s unconsciously wrong.

A fumble for a watch reveals the truth; It’s past ten, and I’m late.

A Sign of the Thymes

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , , on May 24, 2011 by randomintermissions

Possibly the beginning to a short story. I originally wrote this for the Waterstone’s “What’s Your Story?” competition and although it didn’t progress past the first round, I rather like it and am pondering expanding it further.

A Sign of the Thymes

October was cold that, and the unsympathetic rain cascading over the windshield did nothing to ease his mood. The sign gradually became clearer with the grumbling of the rusty Fiesta; “The Thymes Bridge”. Pulling slowly to the side of the road, a sigh escaped the driver’s lips. Barely in his thirties, he looked as decrepit as the car; unshaven, unwashed and in dire need of sleep. The headlights dimmed, and the engine died.

Eventually he emerged, gingerly stepping from the car. He pulled the coat tight around his quivering body, a poor defence against such unforgiving weather.

Guilt had made the last three years seem like an eternity, with each visit becoming harder to bear.

Moving to the waters edge, he crept along, pushing his weary body against the elements until he reached the base of the bridge. Stooping, he began a ritual that had played out in his head endlessly, muttering a few private words to himself before tentatively heading back to the car.

Leaning against the bonnet of the car, the man’s head drooped. “I’m sorry”, he whispered, “I’m so sorry”. A few feet away, at the base of “The Thymes Bridge”, the wind and rain beat down on the flowers left by a man with nothing left to lose.

The Oncoming Storm

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , , on December 8, 2009 by randomintermissions

... The Oncoming Storm ...

A lone red dot glows, hovering, suspended in the air. That’s the only way anyone would know he was there, a lone Englishman standing, smoking on a balcony in Ireland (not to be confused with Northern Ireland of course, one would not want to upset the locals after all). Enveloped in the 8pm winter darkness, he paced, deep in thought.

It had been a rough year; nothing traumatic, just more of a non-event. At 24, he had always assumed he would have life figured out, be settled down with a nice girl, be living in a small apartment, striving away at a job he loved. So far he had achieved none of this, but he had no one to blame but himself. Laziness, that was the problem, complete bloody laziness. All his plans, all his dreams, desires, needs from life, so far he had strived for nothing and simply sat back and let the world revolve around him, sweeping him along and taking no control over the events that unfolded.

In the quietness of the countryside with only the light of the stars to give him any concept of his scene, he quietly leans back against the mottled stone wall, muttering under his breath. It was time to change, time to take action. The New Year was approaching and he knew it was cliché, but his mind turned to thoughts of new beginnings, change and The Oncoming Storm.

Glancing skywards, a shooting star blazed across the sky before burning into nothingness. The guy observes as it dissipates and laughs, shaking his head.

Turning inside to light a coal fire, thoughts of change run through his head, filling him with excitement.

258,857 Miles of Solitude

Posted in Fiction with tags , , , , on July 4, 2009 by randomintermissions

Quite some time ago I began writing a series of 50 word long stories with the intention of publication. Well that project feel by the wayside like some kind of lumbering badger.

Today I bring you my first attempt in a while. Not completely happy with it, so [constructive] criticism is welcome.

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Gazing down at the planet below, the Earth looks peaceful for the first time. No sounds can penetrate the stillness of the moons surface. Enveloped by the vacuum of space, my breathing comes easy. The distant twinkling of the stars relaxes the mind and I finally feel at home.

Apogee - 252,088 miles, Perigee - 225,622 miles

Apogee - 252,088 miles, Perigee - 225,622 miles