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1 phone, 365 snaps, 365 stories. Over the next 365 days, I'm going to snap pictures of objects, and write stories about them. I did this as a kid to keep the blues at bay. Let's hope it still works.
The Shell Collector
2018-12-17 06:06
The jar had gone with James to the beach on the first hot day of quite a few summers since he was five. It was a tradition his mother started, and James was the only member of the family sti… Read More
2018-12-14 03:53
Unfinished sentences fill our home from floor to ceiling. Half-uttered missives cling to the carpet, blocking the pipe of the vacuum cleaner. Retracted criticisms entangle themselves in the… Read More
2018-12-13 01:33
Headphones. Pens. Broom. Dustpan. Painkillers. Mirror. Hammer. Gauze. Disinfectant. Bandages. Glue. I wish I could tell you everything Read More
Green Shoes
2018-12-12 06:02
I need new green shoes. I suppose I have a lot of shoes, but not green flat ones. I have six pairs of sneakers; all but one are stuffed somewhere between the entryway and my bedroom. The six… Read More
2017-04-27 01:01
Maeve wanted to throttle him. Then kill him. Then bring him back to life so she could kill him again. She had worked in call centres for ten years, and would never treat a customer the way… Read More
2017-04-26 23:29
His empty place in the bed felt like a chasm. He’d been threatening to leave for a while, but she always managed to convince him to stay. He still loved her, he’d admitted as su… Read More
2017-04-25 01:37
I’m a writer, and writers can function just fine on no sleep, fang you very much. I’ve had thirteen cups of coffee in twelve hours, which some would say is unhealthy, but I&rsqu&helli…Read More
2017-04-25 01:27
Marriage is a slog. There’s no way around that fact, and no matter what Dr Phil says, some marriages just don’t have a “Hero.” Toby and I got married when we were tw… Read More
2017-04-23 07:13
I spent a significant portion of my formative years standing before this mirror, looking for a change. Any change. Gradually, I saw it. Things grew, (some of them welcome, some of them not… Read More
2017-04-21 10:37
Jake looked at the gift without taking it, bemused. He was fairly certain he’d told Angie that he didn’t like chocolate. On their first date. Yesterday. He wasn’t exactly… Read More
Day 24, Story 24: The Wool Hat Society.
2017-04-21 02:54
‘Will you please take off that damn thing? It walks into a room ten seconds before you do.’ Grant Barron’s mother, Lisa, hated the worn, lint-speckled black beanie Grant w… Read More
Day 23, Story 23: Wishcraft.
2017-04-19 05:02
Greta caught Tuberculosis from her elderly neighbour. Doris had called her one Saturday, desperately ill with what she thought was the flu, and begged her to clean her house. Being a person… Read More
Day 22, Story 22: Grandmother’s Eyes.
2017-04-19 05:01
She’s about eighteen months old in the picture, my Grandmother. Her grey-blue eyes – brown in the sepia tones of the picture – stare out at the world with neither wonder n… Read More
Day 21, Story 21: The Documentarian.
2017-04-18 06:03
Marjory flipped through her DVD collection, trying to make a decision. There were three hundred and eighty six data discs in all, with several short films on each, and each disk was dedicat… Read More
Day 20, Story 20: Matched.
2017-04-18 06:02
I tried Internet dating as a lark, a fuck you to fate and its bone-lazy minions for dragging their feet. I had expected to be matched with all manner of tossers, creeps, and sex-pests &ndas&helli…Read More
Day 19, Story 19: The Santa Photo.
2017-04-18 05:58
I received the photo in the mail this morning along with a brief note, which was written in a shaky hand. Her first and last Santa photo. As you can see, no birth mark. Let this be an end t… Read More
Day 17, Story 17: The Gifts.
2017-04-12 23:39
At seven thirty on the first Saturday in May, 1975, Marion Vernell answered the blue phone that hung on her kitchen wall on its third ring. She tucked the receiver between her face and her… Read More
Day 16, Story 16: The Harp Bird.
2017-04-12 05:41
The post box stood at the side of a busy road, filled with parcels, love missives, greeting cards stuffed with money for every occasion, and, the perennial favourite, letters home.  On… Read More
Day 15, Story 15: The Broken Key.
2017-04-11 04:41
The keyboard had been listed and re-listed on Ebay for over a year, and still no one was biting (even at the reduced price of five dollars). The current seller, desperate to be rid of it bu… Read More
Day 14, Story 14: The Sweetmeat House.
2017-04-11 03:44
Flora Reeves went to her room and closed the door behind her. Her mummy was sleeping again, and although it was two o’clock in the afternoon, she would scream if Flora woke her up, an… Read More
Day 13, Story 13: The King’s Tribute.
2017-04-11 03:43
In another world, which is in some ways ahead of our own and in other ways behind it, a king lay dying of a mysterious condition from which he had been suffering for a year. He was a humble… Read More
Day 12, Story 12: The Author.
2017-04-08 03:11
The Author looked down at the pretty book, feeling desperate.  The cover showed such promise – a smattering of blush-pink rosebuds, blooming like the new ideas contained within t… Read More
Day 10, Story 10: The Secrets Cave.
2017-04-06 00:08
At fourteen, Kelly Green was way too old to believe in legends. At least that was what she kept telling herself whenever she passed the drain cover outside her school.  The Secrets Cav… Read More
Day 9, Story 9: The Beacon.
2017-04-06 00:04
Erin and Connie Danvers loved the beach. They lived with their mother and their little sister, Daphne, in a little white house at the top of a road, at the other end of which was the beach… Read More
Day 8, Story 8: The Pulse Of Time.
2017-04-04 03:37
Melanie Ferguson went about her housework in the drone-like fashion of the medicated and depressed. Blinking was the greatest pleasure of her day, for inside the brief darkness was the sens… Read More
Day 7, Story 7: The Dream Seeds.
2017-04-04 02:32
Little Jane Brown was a dreamer. She spent her leisure time building sprawling new worlds, and populating them with characters and creatures of which no normal child could ever conceiv… Read More

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