The timeframe for these stories might be now: the present; last week or even long ago in the past; before I was born, but they will involve me in some aspect, or will have affected me in some way or another. This is the type of blogging I find easiest, and to be honest it might be melancholy misery; but it’s what I do best, and what I enjoy most. I fear slightly, that the name of this page on my blog will cause me some problems, but it was preferable to my other idea: The A–Z of Dick.
Bad Tranny - Dicky Carter masquerades as an amateur transvestite.
Bum - Stories about my nether regions: This is one of a few.
Coastal push - The sea air; and a broken marriage.
Depression - A post for 'World Mental Health Day 2011.'
Eiger - Dicky visits the Swiss Alps on a jolly jape.
Flashdance Girl - Jennifer Beals has much to answer for.
Flicking the bean - I quality tale of eavesdropping and female masturbation.
Gordons Wine Bar - My favourite place for a drink in central London.
Happy - A poem where even a melancholy miserablist is happy some times.
Haunting of Dicky Carter - A ghostly tale set in my bedroom.
Hospital yellow and late night jazz - A sad tale of children, illness and late night jazz.
K - My grandson stays over.
Knife - Oh... the trouble a knife can cause in the wrong hands.
Lypsyl - The post where I admit I'm an addict.
Medication - The urge to murder someone whilst on the wrong meds.
Noises of the night - Insomnia and the sounds in the darkness.
Patterns - 'There are patterns everywhere. All around us. In our pasts and futures.'
Questions of physics - A short tale featuring my little grandson K.
Reverse Cowboy and my bad back - The pointlessness of the Reverse Cowboy.
Services - Realm of the adulterer, dogger, serial killer and masturbating trucker.
Stepfather - Time sometimes does heal.
Stiffness - I turn 40, while Pele talks of his erection.
Strange people of Farnborough - My home town and its rather odd folk.
Travelling - Dicky loves to get out of town for a bit.
Videostar - A melancholy tale of old technology.
Wasps - A post about the black and yellow devils.
Write away you worries - Dicky giving positive advice: no never!
What's gone, gets forgotten
Prologue
Exit #1
Tracks #2
Heston Grange #3
Uncle Roy #4
Mum and I #5
Greatdown Road #6
At play in Heston Grange #7
1970s Toys #8
And then there were 3 #9
Early school days #10
Joyce & Len #11
Wooden Toys #12
And then there were 4 #13
Nature & Naturism #14
Playground antics #15
A shadow #16
Fiction
I dabble in a little story telling at times. Every now and then I get the urge to tell a small tale, a short story or work of fiction. This is all for fun; I’m not trying to get published in a glossy magazine or anything. And I’m not trying to get a book deal or win awards. So don’t go emailing me to say ‘Hey Dicky, I noticed on that last paragraph you swapped from present to past tense,’ because you won’t get a reply; because I won’t give a f**k. I’ll say it again – this fiction stuff: it’s just for fun.
I am not legend
An unopened letter awaits.
The Talker
Inspired by a dream, this short piece of fiction could be extended.
Edward Furfurs Christmas
Meet a terrible fellow called: Edward Furfur – a man who isn’t a fan of Christmas.
Last summers dead flies and wasps
Who is he and where’s he going, and what’s that bit about the ring? A post apocalyptic tale.
Running from demons
A nightmarish cross between the movie Alien, and that bit of space just outside your peripheral vision.
Poetry
Although I've been writing small pieces of fiction and non, over the last few years, I've only just started with poetry. Inspiration for my poems comes from the same thing as most of my writing: the environment around me, people I meet, relationships, and just how I feel about things in general. On this page are links to a few of the pieces I've done so far, which as always - you're welcome to read.
Pigeon toed
Elephant up a ladder
Overheard on the Northern Line
What did they do to our pubs?
Happy
Ann
Murmuration
The end
Selfish
In my head
Clapham Junction
London
29,029ft
Warm bed - sleep late
The Path
100 Words
100 Words = "A story that is briefer than typical short stories."
What is "100 Words"? On this blog, it is my attempt to write a
short writing "flash fiction" or "micro fiction.
There doesn't seem to be a definitive rule for what constitutes
micro fiction - also known as sudden fiction, flash fiction,
short story - with some people imposing limits of up to 1000 words,
and other writers and bloggers saying that the limit is as low
short story in 100 words or less. Some bloggers call this type of
micro-story, short short, postcard fiction and short
as 55 words!Others suggest that the term refers to the title
of the story or post, which (they say) should be under 7 words
or less. One of the greatest examples of "Flash Fiction" has to
be by Ernest Hemingway who wrote:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
100 Word Fiction
The god particle
Born Before God
Education, education, education
Always leave them smiling
Shoes
Fast food heaven
The pebble
The Mystery Machine Chronicles (100 Word Fiction)
Daphne Blake
Scooby Doo
Fred Jones
Velma Dinkley
Shaggy Rodgers
What happened after?
100 Word True Story
November
Pencil (HB)
Fresh air
Assemblage
What did they do to our pubs?
Murmuration
Clapham Junction
2am - January One
Two Grey old men
Well maybe
In my head
Selfish
Prologue
Exit #1
Tracks #2
Heston Grange #3
Uncle Roy #4
Mum and I #5
Greatdown Road #6
At play in Heston Grange #7
1970s Toys #8
And then there were 3 #9
Early school days #10
Joyce & Len #11
Wooden Toys #12
And then there were 4 #13
Nature & Naturism #14
Playground antics #15
A shadow #16
Fiction
I dabble in a little story telling at times. Every now and then I get the urge to tell a small tale, a short story or work of fiction. This is all for fun; I’m not trying to get published in a glossy magazine or anything. And I’m not trying to get a book deal or win awards. So don’t go emailing me to say ‘Hey Dicky, I noticed on that last paragraph you swapped from present to past tense,’ because you won’t get a reply; because I won’t give a f**k. I’ll say it again – this fiction stuff: it’s just for fun.
I am not legend
An unopened letter awaits.
The Talker
Inspired by a dream, this short piece of fiction could be extended.
Edward Furfurs Christmas
Meet a terrible fellow called: Edward Furfur – a man who isn’t a fan of Christmas.
Last summers dead flies and wasps
Who is he and where’s he going, and what’s that bit about the ring? A post apocalyptic tale.
Running from demons
A nightmarish cross between the movie Alien, and that bit of space just outside your peripheral vision.
Poetry
Although I've been writing small pieces of fiction and non, over the last few years, I've only just started with poetry. Inspiration for my poems comes from the same thing as most of my writing: the environment around me, people I meet, relationships, and just how I feel about things in general. On this page are links to a few of the pieces I've done so far, which as always - you're welcome to read.
Pigeon toed
Elephant up a ladder
Overheard on the Northern Line
What did they do to our pubs?
Happy
Ann
Murmuration
The end
Selfish
In my head
Clapham Junction
London
29,029ft
Warm bed - sleep late
The Path
100 Words
100 Words = "A story that is briefer than typical short stories."
What is "100 Words"? On this blog, it is my attempt to write a
short writing "flash fiction" or "micro fiction.
There doesn't seem to be a definitive rule for what constitutes
micro fiction - also known as sudden fiction, flash fiction,
short story - with some people imposing limits of up to 1000 words,
and other writers and bloggers saying that the limit is as low
short story in 100 words or less. Some bloggers call this type of
micro-story, short short, postcard fiction and short
as 55 words!Others suggest that the term refers to the title
of the story or post, which (they say) should be under 7 words
or less. One of the greatest examples of "Flash Fiction" has to
be by Ernest Hemingway who wrote:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
100 Word Fiction
The god particle
Born Before God
Education, education, education
Always leave them smiling
Shoes
Fast food heaven
The pebble
The Mystery Machine Chronicles (100 Word Fiction)
Daphne Blake
Scooby Doo
Fred Jones
Velma Dinkley
Shaggy Rodgers
What happened after?
100 Word True Story
November
Pencil (HB)
Fresh air
Assemblage
What did they do to our pubs?
Murmuration
Clapham Junction
2am - January One
Two Grey old men
Well maybe
In my head
Selfish
