the baby smells of beer… 6S

November 28, 2008 at 11:46 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 Comment
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The half opened can of beer teetered on the table just out of reach of the baby, whilst the amused bunch of dick-heads watched him reaching for it. They nudged one another, cracking up like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen, their alcohol induced laughter startling the child. He wailed. ” Come an’ get that fucking kid… he’s ruining my buzz”, drunk number one shouted to his Mrs. She reluctantly got up off the banana lounge, slid her thongs on her feet, lurched unsteadily towards the baby, picked him up, grabbed another can and shuffled back to her place. She popped open the beer, the baby’s eyes lit up, she held the can up to his lips and gave him a small sip.

Flame – ode to Arthur Miller

October 31, 2008 at 10:32 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 Comment
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Red hot flames licked the soles of her feet, the smell of her own body slowly cooking reached her nostrils. Her crime according to the town council of decrepit old men was loving another woman. She twisted her head to see what was left of Lilith, they made her watch her burn, the screams of agony tore her heart in two. When the members of the council came knocking at her door on dark nights and she spurned their advances, she knew it wouldn’t be long before the flames took her. They accused her of being possessed by the devil. She was possessed – but by a love that would know no end. They would pay because she was going to return and her wrath would rain down on them.

The tube – ode to the good doctor

October 29, 2008 at 11:33 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 Comment
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Pressing heavily against my sweat-drenched neighbour, bile started to rise in my throat. The taste of vomit in my mouth and with my nose buried in his armpit, there was absolutely no where to go. Desperation clouded my vision, all around me the seething masses of fellow travellers, morphed into writhing beasts devouring one another. To top it all off, the tinny sound of music coming from one thousand mp3 players filled my head. I was losing it – I hate humanity. Then and there I made a momentus decision, tomorrow I would drive.

Ode to Kafka – 6S

October 26, 2008 at 10:06 pm | In 6s, writing | 2 Comments
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An exoskeleton of scabs covered every inch of his body. As he lay exposed on the examination table, he again wished he was a crab that could shed his shell. Listening half-heartedly to the consultant promising miracles, the word charlatan floated into his vision. Synaesthesia was useful, he didn’t need drugs when the world was filled with words of every colour. Charlatan was blue with a ring of orange. He smiled to himself.

Six sentences

October 23, 2008 at 10:00 pm | In writing | 1 Comment
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I am thrilled to have a piece posted on Six Sentences, check it out. I had submitted another piece a few months back when I first heard about the site and it was rejected. This piece is dark and broody.

Peace

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