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I nearly tripped over the wheelchair. How ironic it would have been, jogging down the highstreet only to be sent flying by some poor soul cradled in his only means of transport. One moment the picture of healthy living, the next a crumpled heap on the pavement.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 01.08.2014 @ 11:21 am


‘There are many things one would expect to find in an armchair’, boomed my Aunt, ‘but a ferret is not one of them!’
I looked down at my feet, nestled as they were in the squalor that was my bedsit floor. The good bit about being a student was freedom from parents. The bad bit was the sudden appearance at the door of relatives. At least this time I was fully clothed.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.28.2013 @ 11:44 am


A foot slammed down into the sandcastle, sending the carefully crafted turrets crashing back into formless sand. Carefully laid shells were sent flying too as raucous laughter fell from the boys mouth and tainted the air.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.18.2013 @ 12:40 pm


The toaster pinged up sending the toast flying upwards. The aroma filled the room as Bill slapped a large lump of butter on and began to spread vigorously

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.14.2013 @ 12:00 pm


I never thought I’d conform to a stereotype, but as if on cue, I reach 45 and overnight morph into a grumpy, overweight and slightly achy old fart, who can still recall the vestiges of youth, possibly the cause of the aforementioned grumpiness.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.08.2013 @ 12:43 pm


To my horror, I could see my car in the compound. And between the chain-link fence and the car were 3 enormous and savage-looking Alsations. This was not the best part of the day by far.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.07.2013 @ 11:26 am


Looking to the eastern side of the hill, I could see the sun just starting to rise on the horizon, the clouds sent a golden-pink hue by the first rays. A chill wind whipped up the hill and spun round us.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.04.2013 @ 12:31 pm


I didn’t want to join the squad. Dad insisted though. ‘Make a man of you, lad’. And so I joined a gaggle of other rugby hopefuls on a cold, wet, windy field of mud.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 11.03.2013 @ 10:40 pm


The pigeon looked suicidal. If, indeed that is, an animal can consider taking it’s own life. I rather doubt that it was, it was just the forlorn look of desperation about it as it lay forlorn in the puddle.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.27.2013 @ 1:08 pm


Mum called it affection. We always called it Grandma giving us a sloppy kiss. We always got one, on every visit, no matter how naughty we’d been, desperate to escape her Parthian shot.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.23.2013 @ 11:54 am


‘Brake!’ The instructor’s voice jammed itself into my left eardrum. Slightly deafened, and shaking badly, I tried to restart the now stalled car.
‘Take it out of gear’. I muttered something apologetic and turned a bright red.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.17.2013 @ 11:53 am


My scalp itched like mad. A family of lice had taken up residence the very day I arrived in the dugout, and they’d been increasing in number ever since.
No matter what we tried – powder, dripping candle wax, even sticking our heads in water – nothing worked.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.16.2013 @ 12:26 pm


Bang. Bang. Passport suitably stamped, and I’m released from the accusatory gaze of the Immigration Official. I step from the neat, ordered passport control out into the thronging arrivals lounge.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.14.2013 @ 1:03 pm


Open you damn thing I screamed. It did of course, but there is always that second as the ‘plane gives birth to you, as you rush and tumble into the void, that you wonder if it’s going to open.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.13.2013 @ 12:04 pm


Oh my God. I’ve got to do a rewrite. I can’t. I quite simply can’t. It’s taken all my imagination and creativity to get this out and I can’t possibly think of it in a different way.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 10.09.2013 @ 1:18 pm


Jack poured a small measure of the spirit into the tumbler and carefully pushed it towrds the customer.
‘Don’t want to spill that – you look like you need every drop.
The customer nodded, and took the glass before raising it to his lips.
‘That’s got a kick to it’

» Posted By Angus Rose On 09.19.2013 @ 10:42 pm


I am in a mental drought. There is nothing on the horizon, and there has been nothing for weeks. No thoughts, no memories. Nothing. I woke up and this has been it since the first awakening.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 09.16.2013 @ 10:33 pm


It was a Senator that hit me. Not the political figure. The big Japanese car type. Pulled out of nowhere and sent me flying through the air to land in a tangle meteres the otherside. Nothing hurt for awhile but then fire.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 09.15.2013 @ 10:34 pm


I smile infrequently,
Seldom do I laugh,
Often I do frown,
Sullen I always am,
Grey is the day,
Never the sun,
Joy is never seen,

» Posted By Angus Rose On 09.13.2013 @ 12:20 pm


That’s how we met. I was on the rebound, flailing haplessly through life that had been turn upside down by those simple words – ‘It’s over’.

» Posted By Angus Rose On 09.12.2013 @ 2:04 pm

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