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trade

For 25 years he plied his trade. He was expert carpenter, lords and ladies from miles around sought his artistry for their keeps. But he made barely enough to put food on his table when the winters were harsh.

» Posted By M Daly On 09.13.2011 @ 9:52 am

existence

The bane of my existence, is definitely having to work for a living. I would love to write, read books, run around and shop, but we need money for leisure, and for that we must work. Work means no time for any of these pursuits. Sigh!

» Posted By M Daly On 09.07.2011 @ 12:48 pm

intense

It was an intensely gratifiying experience. For months he had been holding back, fighting the urge to tell his boss where to shove his minutes. But today he finally got his chance. Perhaps standing in the middle of the office and telling him he was a egotistical, balding, straw for brains meglamaniac, who would make a two year old donkey seem intelligent by comparison, was a bit over the top. But pouring his tall, non-fat, decaf latte down the front of his trousers was definitely up there for intense experiences.

» Posted By M Daly On 06.22.2011 @ 12:36 pm

predict

“What did she predict again?” Enquired Silvia.
“That I would die in a red car when I’m in my thirties”, answered Kathy.
“But this car is kinda red?”
“Nope, I’ve told you before, this car is brown”
“It looks a little red when the sun is shining on it”, insisted Silvia.
Kathy replied by putting her foot harder on the accelerator.

» Posted By M Daly On 06.21.2011 @ 7:43 am

booth

She looked out of the cinema’s ticket booth fascinated by the night scene that swished past in the rain. Everyone going somewhere in a hurry except her.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.24.2011 @ 11:54 am

forgotten

It was a distant memory long forgotten, but the the smell from opening her wardrope brought it back. I was eight and brushing her long auburn hair and she was smiling at me like only a mother can, full of love and gentleness. I cling to too few memories of her.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.16.2011 @ 8:30 am

wasteland

The old lady’s back garden was a wasteland.
“My husband used to look after it much better than I can, there used to be a lovely rose bush over there, but it’s gone a little wild”.
I looked around trying to quell the rising panic. Why, oh why had I said I would tidy her garden for $5? How was I supposed to know, she had the largest garden on the block.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.13.2011 @ 11:14 am

glowing

He had looked in her direction and smiled a huge smile at her.
Wow! She thought. All the effort that she went to this morning, up at 6 to put on her make-up and spending all her pocket-money on her uber-cool short skirt had paid dividends. Bigger dividends that even she expected. She was positively glowing.
A girl purred from behind her, “Hi David”.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.12.2011 @ 11:51 am

bones

We all knew in our hearts that her bones were somewhere on the floor of the Atlantic, but until we had ‘bone fide’ proof, there was always going to be a small chink in our belief, a hope in our heart, that somehow, somewhere she was still living and having a joyous life; and that maybe, one day, she will remember her children and come back to us.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.11.2011 @ 11:30 am

console

Her laptop on the kitchen table whirred to life and gave a beep.
That’s strange, she thought as she turned the gas off on the chicken soup.
Saucepan in hand she sat down in front of the computer, a dos concole was open with the words, “Hi Anita” typed in the top left corner.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.11.2011 @ 7:39 am

crew

He stood on the conning tower scanning the horizon, silouetted against the early dawn sky. He moved slowly, taking in the full 360 degrees of the surrounding ocean. As he made to go down to his waiting crew, something caught his eye on the starboard bow.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.10.2011 @ 7:27 am

eyeliner

He took the thin burnt wood from the lamp, and looked into the highly polished gold mirror, applying the cooling ends liberally to his eyes. Making sure not to forget the long flourish towards the ear. Next he carefully shaved all the hair from his head, including his eyebrows. When everything was finished he knelt in front of Aros.
“Good.” Said Aros inspecting his acolyte. “It is time.”

» Posted By M Daly On 05.06.2011 @ 1:55 pm

Through the thick smudge of eyeliner I could see the hurt in her eyes. This was a child. I couldn’t imagine a worse place for her to be in. Without thinking, I grabbed her arm and started to lead her to the exit. She resisted feebly.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.05.2011 @ 1:28 pm

dinosaur

He was like a dinosaur, a relic from the past. So old that everything about him seemed unreal. Who else would sport a monocle and a cravat to go to the pub. People visibly stopped talking to get a better look as we entered the pub door. There are times when you really don’t want to associate with your parents.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.04.2011 @ 7:01 am

fluorescent

The fluorescent bulb crackled and blinked overhead. The room was empty except for a metal table and 2 wooden chairs which had seen better days. The door opened and McCarthy came in carrying a cup of coffee and a muffin. He smirked in my direction, knowing full well I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours.

» Posted By M Daly On 05.02.2011 @ 8:37 am

chorus

I was spellbound. Not only did the children sing the chorus like angles, they performed a complex movement of clapping, which moved from one end of the choir to the other like an intricate mexican wave.

» Posted By M Daly On 04.29.2011 @ 11:24 am

trailer

The trailer moved so suddenly that I was thrown against the refrigerator, milk spilling out of the carton I was holding. No sooner had I regained my balance that the trailer shifted again.
Hank ran in, his usual cigarette hanging out one side of his mouth, gesturing wildly.
“Quick! Get down, there’s a twister heading this way!”
We flung ourselves under the table, clinging to the metal pool that supported it, as the trailer lurched wildly.
I glanced at Hank as the trailer groaned and creaked. He was crouched with his head down, but the cigarette was still stuck to his lower lip.

» Posted By M Daly On 04.28.2011 @ 8:39 am

The only difference between his house and a trailer, was that there was probably more room in a trailer. Most of his living space seemed to be in the back yard, which was spacious enough. The only trouble was trying to step over all the crap to get to the back door to get out there.

» Posted By M Daly On 04.27.2011 @ 1:22 pm

executive

She felt completely out of place. She wished now she’d taken more care of her hair and worn her dress shoes, instead of the loose pony tail and sneakers that she was firmly tucking under her chair.
When her friend asked her for lunch and to meet her at work, she didn’t know that she’d be waiting for a high powered executive.

» Posted By M Daly On 03.30.2011 @ 8:36 am

digital

She wore an oversized digital watch on her slim wrist, totally out of character with the coiffed hair do and business suit.
“What’s with the watch?” I asked, nodding at her watch.
“She blushed, and shook her arm to make the loose fitting watch travel back up her sleeve.
“Oh nothing, used to belong to a friend of mine”.

» Posted By M Daly On 03.29.2011 @ 9:02 am

wondered

“Have you ever wondered if there was life after death?” She asked.
Andrew had been at the point of reaching for her hand but hesitated.
“No”, he answered immediatedly, looking down at his hands.
“Have you ever wondered if there was life after life?” she grinned back.

» Posted By M Daly On 03.10.2011 @ 7:31 am

bee

The air was filled with the background humming of bees. Sunlight shafted through the open windows. My great aunt lie dying on the bed. Shouldn’t the world stop right now?

» Posted By M Daly On 03.09.2011 @ 8:40 am

specific

He wasn’t specific enough in his requirements, so the code was a write-off. Six months of work down the pan. Teresa was so frustrated that her manicured nails looked like she wanted to feel the texture of his eyes. Instead they clenched and unclenched at her side.

» Posted By M Daly On 03.02.2011 @ 12:13 pm

keychain

Her keychain clunked to the floor as she rummaged through her handbag.
Martin bent down to pick it up when he noticed the extra keyring behind the BMW medal.
“Where did you get this?” He asked suprised.
“That old thing?” She smiled.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.28.2011 @ 8:37 am

barber

He has been a barber for the last 50 years but still loved every minute. He only cut the hair of his long time customers, and spent 5 minutes out of every one chatting and laughing with them.
His customers either loved him or hated him.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.25.2011 @ 8:29 am

bench

He sat on the park bench, pigeons gathering hopefully at his feet. He kicked absent mindedly at them, their coo’s and posturing interrupting his train of thought.
Why? He thought.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.24.2011 @ 9:01 am

mango

One thing we rarely see in the large conglomerate supermarkets, is a ripe mango, or non-grainy pears, or sweet smelling local strawberries. Why? Cheaper to buy them green, ship them thousands of miles and pile them up hundreds deep. Who cares if they taste good or not, so long as the profits are good.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.23.2011 @ 6:45 am

outlet

The shopping outlet was situatied in the middle of nothingness. Obviously the road had been built for excatly this purpose, shooing would be shoppers to a mall with delusions of bargins and value. A very large white elephant.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.22.2011 @ 8:11 am

wool

My friend is an expert on wool, not only types, colours and thickness but also the type of sheep it comes from and what part of the sheep it used to belong to. It makes you open your eyes as to were the finest wool comes from, and I’m not talking from the top of it’s head.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.17.2011 @ 11:09 am

wrench

The sight made his guts wrench. He bent over and put his head between his knees breathing deeply, trying to stay conscious.
Slowly he straighted up, keeping his eyes away from the blood drenched cot.

» Posted By M Daly On 02.04.2011 @ 7:06 am

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