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.
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.
