• fionars commented on the post, sons 6 years, 4 months ago

    Sons. He had five of them. Had. Careless to lose a son you would think, so what would you think if I told you he lost three.

  • ‘Hold his head to the side,’ he boomed, ‘yes, just like that. Now saw in a circular motion.’
    She sawed at the puppy’s neck and the audience held in their gasps. It would be bad form for taxidermists to gasp. This […]

  • fionars commented on the post, crisp 7 years, 11 months ago

    The air was crisp and sharp, like the lines of a well pressed shirt. ‘Why?’ he breathed slowly, warmth whispering from his mouth. I shrugged and pulled the knife back out from his chest, watched soundlessly as he slumped onto the pavement. ‘Because I could.’

  • fionars commented on the post, iron 8 years, 2 months ago

    It was an iron fist in my gut, twisting to and fro. It clenched around my stomach and heaved upwards, taking my legs with it. I looked up from the floor and wondered how all this had happened. I only wanted to say sorry, that’s all.

  • fionars commented on the post, playground 8 years, 2 months ago

    Paul looked at it resting silently in his hands. He’d expected it to be far heavier but it felt similar to a can of coke, chunky but light. He rolled it from palm to palm then, in a fit of absurdity, he threw it into the air and caught it again as it fell. He […]

  • fionars commented on the post, pressed 8 years, 2 months ago

    Joe pressed himself up against her for the last time. He could feel her heart beat with his. For a moment he imagined their hearts bursting through the skin, throwing themselves carelessly together in a warm, sloppy embrace. As he pushed the thought away, he also pushed her, and when she was achingly at arms […]

  • fionars commented on the post, tables 8 years, 9 months ago

    It was hard to understand. 2×2 was alright, easy to handle. But one you got to 8×8, well, I was lost. The teacher made us play games and it hurt my face. Buzz buzzing of nonsense numbers. I hate times tables.

  • fionars commented on the post, barber 8 years, 9 months ago

    ‘Its a barber shop quartet’ ‘What?’ ‘In the garden, its a barber shop quartet.’ Arthur released the bloody hammer and stepped over the bodies of his neighbours to peek out into the street. ‘Huh. Decent harmony’ Tommy and Arthur stood for a while longer before getting back to work with a pair of matching hacksaws, […]

  • fionars commented on the post, sage 8 years, 9 months ago

    Age. Get older but wisers not the right word. Get older, know more and understand less. Is that wisdom? A life peppered with sage.

  • fionars commented on the post, invent 8 years, 9 months ago

    A new dawn, just as the rules dictate. The invention of the wheel was a along time ago – too long ago. The boundaries are shifting now, melting into one anther like molten acid. Shift yourself faster or you’ll find yourself sinking alongside them. A warning to re-invent.

  • fionars commented on the post, tangle 8 years, 9 months ago

    The intricate tangle of the web lured me in and kept me there. Every corner was a dead end, a ball of wool with no beginning. I’d given up ever escaping a long time ago. Then one day the voices began, whispering at me to go in particular directions. Having nothing to lose, or so […]

  • fionars commented on the post, chocolate 8 years, 10 months ago

    I licked at my fingers, sucking off the dark chocolate digit by digit. It tasted so good that I was able to push my fears of getting caught to the back of my mind and I wanted to savour that. The door burst open with a bang. ‘Have you seen my chocolate?’ She demanded suspiciously. […]

  • fionars commented on the post, microphone 8 years, 10 months ago

    ‘How are you doing that with your voice?’ She asked.
    ‘Doing what?’
    ‘Projecting it!’
    ‘Oh, yeah its a microphone. Implanted in my back molar.’
    He cracked his neck to the left in a sudden jerk.
    ‘Now its off.’
    Then he cracked it in the same way but this time to the right.
    ‘NOW ITS ON.’

  • fionars commented on the post, charge 8 years, 10 months ago

    Crispin Coldstream, you are formally charged with obscuring the course of justice for criminal gain. This thoroughly selfish act has resulted in the pain and distress of several families affected by the murders you covered up. Prepare to face your punishment.

  • fionars commented on the post, revolt 8 years, 10 months ago

    I staggered clumsily and fell to the floor. I tried to heave myself back up but my arms just collapsed uselessly beneath me. My breathing was too quick and it took delight in encouraging my heart to speed up with peer pressure. My entire body was in the process of conducting a revolt. I had […]

  • fionars commented on the post, coward 8 years, 10 months ago

    Instead of him they sent back a folded flag and when I was alone I tore it into a thousand little pieces. Everybody told me again and again what a hero he had been but I wish he’d been a coward. A coward I could watch smile again as he played with our children. A […]

  • fionars commented on the post, coward 8 years, 10 months ago

    Shepherds herd sheep. Maybe cowards could herd cows. No, that was a stupid idea. I just had to admit and accept what I was. Colin the coward. Cowardy, cowardy custard. Scared of his own silhouette on dark nights, wouldn’t say boo to a ghost. Who in their right mind would say boo to a ghost […]

  • fionars commented on the post, fragrance 8 years, 10 months ago

    It was a strange frangrance. Sour lilies and mixed berry fruit. Not altogether unpleasant, quite alluring in fact. I tried to pinpoint where exactly it was floating from but my olfactory abilities clearly lacked the required skill. “What is that smell?” I wondered out loud. “I don’t smell anything” Lila replied, staring calmly down at […]

  • fionars commented on the post, pills 8 years, 10 months ago

    A cacophony of colours spilled out from the glass bowl atop the table. Green. Red. Purple. White. Cream. Orange. Lilac. But my eyes were drawn to blue. Hello pretty blue, puffy and pale like the sky. I pincered it between my thumb and forefinger, raising it close to my face. ‘I’m going to eat you […]

  • fionars commented on the post, pills 8 years, 10 months ago

    Pill popping, electro-listening, tea drinking, crumpet munching, lady loving, TV watching, marathon running, rude hating, sky diving, canvas drawing power punk. That was Frank in a nutshell, bit long to fit on a t-shirt though.