Short Stories
The House
This is a short story that even had me scared when I wrote it. The words seemed to just flow out and the whole thing was written to draft stage in one go. all that remained was to polish it and send it off. A short excerpt is provided here for you to read:-I advanced quivering to the back door. It was one of those huge glass things that slides aside on rollers. The drapes covered it and covered what ever was out there. The insistent, almost frantic scratching continued. I stopped, and listened, what was it sounded like that? All the horrors of my childhood screamed to be let out. The bogey man, vampires, the walking dead, the creature from the black abyss. I pulled myself together, childhood legends, perhaps some one was out there. Hurt, unable to call out for help. What if they had encountered IT. What unspeakable horrors could it perform? My mind dissolved into terrible imagining. I had to do something.
Ol' Daniel
This one is very personal. It's about people I knew.But Ol' Daniel didn't die like that. He told me he knew the Reaper, and along the way they'd had a dance or two. Ol' Daniel was one of those Legendary Blokes, The Australian Light Horse. He'd been in Palestine, the sand and the thirst and the scorching bloody heat. Where a man gave his last pint of water to his horse. An then his last bullet because you didn't let an animal suffer. It was kinder like that. He'd been at Bersheeba, the last glorious cavalry charge in Military History. They galloped across the plain, under the guns, and tore the Turks to pieces.
Snake!
You never know who you're going to meet in the Great Outback!It was late in the afternoon, nearly six, and it had been hot, forty five celsius in the shade wasn't unheard of. She looked hot, and I don't mean sexy, just hot. She was covered in sweat, and looking a little bedraggled, she'd been out in the sun for a bit. She ran towards me shouting about something and pointing over her shoulder, up towards the little four wheel drive. I wound down the window and made sure the rifle was handy, like I said, you can't be to careful out here. The heat rushed in the open window, she damn near did too. She was frantic. What ever had happened she was in the shit.
What's in a Name
O.K. Just what IS in a nameMenzies Herbert is a young fellow, eleven years old, who drives me nuts because he loves my dog, and doesn't have one of his own. Menzies plays tennis, is a good reader, loves his play station and thinks surf boards are cool. He has three sisters, an older brother named Boris and his Dad is a school teacher. Menzies Mum is named Mary, and his Dad is named Heracles. Perhaps there is a tradition of unusual names for the males in his family. I don't know.
Possessed
Every one gets possessed by something at some time in their lives!Damn he knew I was hooked, and he wasn't naming a price. He would try to wring out as much as he could get. I knew I had two advantages, I knew what it was worth, and there was a slim chance he didn't. But I was a bit worried. A car like that didn't belong in this yard. How did he come to have it? What was the catch?"
Cliff
Do you know a CLIFF? Nearly every one does.I ignored her, its none of my business what Cliff does. Gawd, for all I know he might be one of them closet poofs. Why anyone would want to root in a cupboard has got me stuffed. Anyway, Cliff went home on his own and I didn't think nothin' more about it. Poof or not, that was his business, as long as he didn't try to feel my bum. The next week Cliff was away on Monday and came in on the Tuesday lookin' like a pox doctors clerk. Smelled like one to. Some of the blokes even gave him a whistle. They're not poofs mind you. Just havin' a go because old Cliff had had a hair cut, and a shave, both in the same week, and he was wearin' aftershave. To work! Bloody hell, maybe he is a poof. He had a grin from ear to ear, fit to bust he was.
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