Stories

  • A Grave for Dead Gods

    I’m the last person to tend to the dead overlords. People of all species do not accept their creators are mortal, despite how long they live for, die just like them. They might understand on a surface level that everything is created from a previous reaction, but foolish enough to believe the gods are exempt…

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  • The pink elephants didn’t always attack others and defend themselves with candy canes, but it’s how they do it now. There was the fairy floss firing ranges the cowboy whales used to operate. Times were – and still are – full of chaotic streams of events on the timeline.  Some scientists have attempted to cross…

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  • Wine Glass Monologue

    The red liquid is poured into my body, and now it’s my time to shine. I sway from side-to-side, thanks to the person holding me who gently tips the glass. I have so much to tell you, so buckle in for a ride.  My goal in life is simple. I am to bring pleasure and…

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  • natural Job Selection

    All creatives will relate to this. Every painter finds work at a gallery or an art supply store, so they get closer to their goal. Same with writers – they find work at a publishing house. Musicians work in recording studios. They all have the commonality of utilising the resources at their disposal for personal…

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  • One Man Band

    I inherited a whole bunch of money from my parents. I should go shopping with this money immediately. I’ve always dreamed of starting a band. Off to the music shop I go! One drumkit, one electric guitar, one acoustic guitar, one bass, one double bass, one trumpet, one saxophone, one xylophone, one clarinet, one flute,…

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  • Cheese Grater

    Most people don’t use me correctly. They stand me up instead of laying me down. I rather they keep their grotty finger limbs as far away from my grates as they can. Plus, it’s safer for them if they lie me down in the first place.  I am grate (see what I did there) at…

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  • Breaking the Art Laws

    Skyscrapers all of the same design. Identical businesses shoeboxed in next to each other. The same monotonous colour palette. People passing by with approved hairstyles and clothes.  I live in a society where art and creative culture are forbidden by law. Where 2+2=4 and everything objectively falls into line. Only a few of us know…

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  • Dream Storage

    I am the holder of dreams. Every nighttime vision, every goal or accomplishment is stored in my warehouse. There are thousands of people’s dreams stored away here, only to be released when they’ve achieved their dream goal.  There are always jobs going at the dream factory in order to sort and maintain all the dreams.…

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  • Death to us Part

    When I said I loved you until death do us part, I menat it.. I love you so much that you must die. The sooner the better, in my humble opinion. I sharpened my favourite knife for this very occasion; our wedding day. I promise, my love, that you will be dead before we reach…

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  • Angry Traffic Light

    I thought when I was given a number plate, that I’d be a strong car on the road, driving often. Like a four-wheel drive or even a truck towering above the rest of the world. Instead, they put a traffic light on top of me to stand still on roads under construction. It’s not like…

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  • Two-Way Mirror World

    I get unnerved every time I see my own reflection. I’ve tried telling people about my fear, and they brush it off as a self-conscious behaviour. They quickly jump in to the conversation to tell me how pretty I am, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at the compliment. Next subject, please.  My…

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  • Another Package Arriving

    “Your package is expected to arrive today from Children’s Wear Warehouse. Please bring your identification to present at the Moorsehills Post Office. You have until the 14th of July, 2018 tocollect your package.” Yet another text message I have received about a delivery. They aren’t usually as detailed as the one I got today. It…

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  • Dear Diary,

    Dear Diary, I haven’t used a diary in years, and I feel foolish addressing my diary with my emotions. I don’t know where else to turn to for my creative frustrations. I am struggling to get the creative juices flowing, and when they do, I’m too exhausted to act on it.  It’s a brutal cycle.…

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  • Set Sail

    Most people I know are ungrateful for their jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I completely lose track of why I work too. I am lucky enough to travel the world and meet passengers from all walks of life. I see friendly faces wander over to the bar and converse with each other. Strangers that share…

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  • Running Away From Home

    Many kids run away from home. It’s more common than you’d think, actually. I know my parents intended to mean well, but it’s for the best if I leave for good.  I pack the very few belongings I wish to keep and pack up my spaceship. It’s a luxurious vessel with enough space to establish…

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  • Voicemail For Dad

    I type in the phone number and anxiously wait while it dials. First ring, second ring, third ring, fourth ring, fifth ring. Gone to the answering machine. I was really hoping he’d pick up this time.  *Beep* “Hey, dad, I know we haven’t spoken in some time, but I want to reach out to you…

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  • Traffic Cone

    I always end up the punching bag of the road. My job is to block roads under construction and guide the cars to a safe alternative. Everyday, my face is squished into the ground by car tires, or a child stepping on me as part of their silly game. I don’t understand how this can…

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  • The Need To Work

    As much as people like to tell me not to wrap myself in my work, I can’t help myself. It is the greatest place to receive an education, in my opinion. In work, I understand myself on a better level, I have greater sense of purpose within my community, and I appreciate my days off…

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