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The car sped up the ramp and the back end wobbled as the car burst on to the freeway. The rush-hour traffic provided plenty of obstacles but I was able to swerve my way through them and the sirens began to be more distant.

» Posted By The Wint On 06.29.2015 @ 5:23 am


“What do you mean the kingdom is mine?” I aksed.

I didnt’ receive a response, just a sweeping hand gesture from this weird guy. I looked up and saw the land I’d inherited in front of me. Surely they wouldn’t let a drug addict waster like me take charge of all this!

» Posted By The Wint On 04.20.2015 @ 5:45 am


I walked in and it was up there on the projector and the rest of the department were sat staring at the picture. It was meant to be a private moment and the picture was something we swore we’d never share. She obviously didn’t take that promise very seriously.

I turned out of the room and walked away, keeping on walking until I’d left for good.

» Posted By The Wint On 04.17.2015 @ 4:46 am


I pushed my hands on the double doors and the smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils in an instant. This was a place of medicine, of illness and of sanitised cruelty. I wondered if I would ever leave those doors on my feet.

» Posted By The Wint On 04.16.2015 @ 9:42 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.23.2013 @ 5:38 am


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 and I felt overwhelmed. Was it time to return to the sea?

» Posted By The Wint On 09.16.2012 @ 7:18 am


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 with it and hold down the back space button until the resignation letter disappears.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.18.2012 @ 4:28 am


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 correct stamp. More searching, soon the administration will be complete. But 36 hours in I have still not been able to obtain a tax disc for my car.

» Posted By The Wint On 02.13.2012 @ 7:15 am


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 while I slept. Who had built these walls and what was on the other side?

» Posted By The Wint On 02.08.2012 @ 10:38 am


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 could finally see that none of it mattered but at the same time it was all essential.

» Posted By The Wint On 02.07.2012 @ 5:03 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 01.24.2012 @ 4:13 am


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?

» Posted By The Wint On 01.22.2012 @ 3:47 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 01.21.2012 @ 4:56 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 10.10.2011 @ 2:07 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 06.19.2011 @ 8:58 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 06.04.2011 @ 9:10 am


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 things three times and then I was suddenly good at this thing which previously I was rubbish at. Strangely the whole process took only seconds to take place, though a lot of time had actually passed.

» Posted By The Wint On 06.01.2011 @ 7:57 am


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 I’m not to be messed with. Not again.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.30.2011 @ 4:07 am


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 shook as he brought it down from his face.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.25.2011 @ 9:01 am


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. By the time his fist connected it was kind of a relief.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.22.2011 @ 12:14 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.15.2011 @ 5:43 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.12.2011 @ 6:57 am


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.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.10.2011 @ 12:20 pm


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 am then I am an angry god.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.09.2011 @ 7:12 am


Another building crumpled beneath his feet and he let out a satisfied roar. He looked down onto his tallons and saw a speck of human blood, which must have got there from stomping the buildings. The beginings of a sense of regret went through his mind, before commencing with more building stomping.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.04.2011 @ 8:24 am


I wrapped the bandana around my head, fired up the engine and roared off down the road. My bike between my legs helped me feel that little bit more alive, like there was something bigger than me out there. Though to be fair, I was only riding down the road to the shops. Otherwise I’d have no milk for my cereal.

» Posted By The Wint On 05.03.2011 @ 3:35 am


I rolled through the grass, front to back, front to back, flattening it as I went. I landed in a heap and looked down at the squashed clover beneath me. Is this a metaphor? Am I crushing nature beneath me while I writhe around in oblivious and gurgling delight?

» Posted By The Wint On 04.30.2011 @ 1:05 pm


I slid across the deadbolt then put on the padlock. That will be the last time I see her for a few days, I thought to myself. If only she didn’t behave so badly I wouldn’t have to treat her this way. I rubbed my knuckles as I walked back up the stairs.

» Posted By The Wint On 04.28.2011 @ 12:06 pm


Everything, absolutely everything I owned was crammed into the back of the ford fiesta or spilling out of the trailer that was attached to the back. A bit like a turtle or a snail, the whole of my world was attached to me and I was moving on with it. The only thing to sort out now was where….

» Posted By The Wint On 04.27.2011 @ 7:10 am


We approached the junction at about 60 miles an hour, the traffic lights were changing but it was far too late to slow down. We ploughed through the traffic that was just setting off, clipping the wheels on the curb. This must be what it feels like to be free, but I think I’d rather not have that feeling.

» Posted By The Wint On 04.26.2011 @ 3:41 am

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