The ire of 4,582,583,732 people coalesce, spiral, outward, and descend towards the hate-spewing mouth, choking it. Justice serve cold.
Aug 202012
Aug 152012
Jane sat wishing for the apocalypse to come. Anything to free herself from the tyranny of texts demanding loo roll and cabbage on a Tuesday.
Aug 152012
Alan woke to find his twitter, facebook, email, and blog hacked. No bother about cards, accounts, or cash – they were only after his soul.
Aug 152012
Smith’s paper concluded that peer review had reached its limit. Smith was last seen copyediting menus, forever exiled from academia.
Aug 152012
I watched, wishing I could be her, interviewed on the television; I’ll be there one day, and she’ll watch, washed up, wishing.
Aug 152012
I said no. She said go, my child, go, and remember who you came from. I wanted nothing but to lie in her embrace, remembering.
Aug 152012
Coming up: a few experiments in 140 character stories. Warning: remnants of a tired brain.