• The Wint commented on the post, wafer 6 years ago

    I stood at the front of the church with my mouth open – waiting.

    I felt the paper like substance rest on my tongue and tried to swallow.

    It wouldn’t go down.

    Perhaps God really did know and see everything.

  • The Wint commented on the post, blindness 6 years, 8 months ago

    The breeze rushed against my face and the salt air filled my lungs. I couldn’t see the sea but I could feel it, everyone other one of my sense told me where I was. It was like they were compensating for my eyes […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, backspace 7 years ago

    The letter was written. This was it. The big chance to break away. But then a moments doubt, always a moment. I leave the computer to compose myself and have a drink. When I return I know I can never go through […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, maze 7 years, 3 months ago

    One corridor after the next, clutching my forms and hoping that I will see the department I am looking for. I thought I had it about an hour ago, but it was 16a part ii, which was right, but my form did not have […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, walls 7 years, 3 months ago

    I pushed my hand up against the wall, solid and unforgiving. Another three walls just the same on the other sides. I was trapped. How had this happened? There was no door, so someone had built this wall around me […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, orbit 7 years, 3 months ago

    The world span beneath me and I felt an enormous sense of clam rush through me. Below people worried about their make-up, dithered over which film to watch and got lost in the mundanity of everyday life. Up here I […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, hinge 7 years, 4 months ago

    The gate swung on its hinges. Funny, it was shut when I went to bed. Was that window ajar? I honestly couldn’t remember, but then my questions were answered. Answered with a huge swinging axe as the intruder advanced towards me.

  • The Wint commented on the post, scarce 7 years, 4 months ago

    Every aisle was bare, a cavernous whole which used to be stacked high with all the things I used to think were essential. Now all I hoped for was a bottle of water and maybe some mouldy bread, but this hope was in vain. Was there anything left at all, anywhere?

  • The Wint commented on the post, runway 7 years, 4 months ago

    The propeller coughed and spluttered and my heart was doing its best to match it. Crammed into the back of the tiny plane, watching my drunk pilot struggle with the controls and I could see that car with the blacked out windows speed towards us on the runway.

  • The Wint commented on the post, iron 7 years, 7 months ago

    The pile of washing was there on the floor, I could feel it looking at me. Demanding that I pick up the iron and get on with removing the wrinkles. But I could not consider that at such a time. Surely I had to sort out the wrinkles in my life first.

  • The Wint commented on the post, belief 7 years, 11 months ago

    I stooped down onto my knees and put my hands together. Who am I praying for? I don’t believe in god, so it must be someone else. Whoever it was I pleaded with them to sort this out. If they did, I’d work out who they are and tell everyone about them.

  • The Wint commented on the post, radio 7 years, 11 months ago

    I cranked the dial around and the crackle settled down to reveal the clipped tones of the news reader. It was true. Dead. All of them. The country I used to call home was nothing but a scorched wasteland, while I am here in paradise trying to comprehend what happened there.

  • The Wint commented on the post, montage 7 years, 11 months ago

    I was rubbish at this thing, then suddenly time slipped and I only remember a few seconds of practicing each element of this thing. Then I was repeating those elements, again for only a few seconds each time, only now I was a bit better but still not great. I went on to complete these […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, sideburns 7 years, 12 months ago

    I used my razor to shape my sideburns into a point, I wanted everything about me to say sharp. I threw my jacket on, also looking very sharp. From now on, people who see me are going to think that I am the sharpest damn thing they ever saw. Or at least they will know […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, booth 8 years ago

    I slid into the booth, feeling the vinyl stick to the unprotected skin beneath my shorts. Why don’t people in the films ever get friction burns from that move? Anyway, this was besides the point. Aside from me I could see he was nervous, hiding his face behind a menu. The menu ever so slighly […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, wrath 8 years ago

    I could see his arms begin to tremble after I told him about it all. I knew it was going to be bad but those moments before he started were the worst. It was on its way, but he just delayed it enough for the enormity of the beating to come to occur to me. […]

  • The Wint commented on the post, vodka 8 years ago

    I tossed another empty bottle onto the pile. Recycling days always brought up this guilty feeling. Not that my neighbours don’t know about my drinking problem. Singing “I will survive” at top volume at three in the morning every night of the week probably tipped them off.

  • The Wint commented on the post, bones 8 years ago

    I saw the bone poking through the soil. I looked at it again and started to feel a bit sick. Could it be? No! But it was more true to say how could it not be. The only thing I didn’t know for sure was if it was me that killed him or not.

  • The Wint commented on the post, console 8 years ago

    I put the disc in the machine and spent all night slaying zombies, playing in football cup finals, saving the world and winning fights. Then I turned it off at 7 in the morning and went into my office to spend the day on spreadsheets no one ever sees or cares about.

  • The Wint commented on the post, birth 8 years ago

    I opened my eyes and was immediately blinded by the lights. The warm safe world I thought I lived in was gone and now I was in a cold and bad smelling nightmare. There seems to be lots of noise and everyone seems to want to get near me. Perhaps I’m their god, if I […]