[[Author’s warning: This story contain a pretty dark sense of humour that may not appeal to everyone.]] Blinding light… Excruciating pain… Silent darkness… Illuminating hope… A buff man… …? __ “Ah! Man… I’ll never get used to how you guys…
Category: Fiction
…or Silly Stories on Serious Topics
The ocean train station
In the middle of some ocean somewhere forgotten, there is a train station. The wet landscape surrounds the waiting hall and its seven platforms are only just so slightly raised above a water surface that hides the iron tracks beneath.…
Our Spot
My contribution to The Weekly Knobs prompt: “Swing.”https://theweeklyknob.com/our-spot-36079e62f06c___ “You know I don’t swing that way,” she told me yet again. This time, I’d said nothing, but silence often speaks louder than words. So as though to avoid a conversation that…
The court is in session
I didn’t realise where I was at the time, heck, I don’t think I really have any idea now either. Some things are just not made to be comprehended at any point in time. Yet there I was anyway, somewhere…
(Beta version:) Oh Brother, where art thou?
Author’s note: This is the first version of one of the short stories taking part in Lost Little Robots. As it was one of the first to be written it no longer fits into the whole collection (also, I don’t…
The mystery of the missing socks: a sort of love story for the misfits
We have all been there. Laundry has been done, and after tirelessly matching all the socks, only two are left and they clearly do not to belong together. It makes no sense, yet it happens all the time. Anne was…
The Wifi Must Die…
… or how Mr Fluffball went to battle against the monster squares Mr Fluffball’s family consisted of six people. Mama Anne, Papa John, teenage daughter Becky and the twin little brothers Thomas and Jake, and himself Mr Fluffball, the family’s…
An Unbelievable Headache
How mother nature deals with the environmental abuse It was a disaster of catastrophic proportions. In fact, it was such a big deal that no one really knew what the hell they could possibly do about it. Or even if…
The invasion of the mega slugs
Or the scenario in which Brexit turned out to be kind of a clever move They roughly resemble Spanish garden slugs. Only, the smallest ones have the height of a five-story building and the length of a medium-sized city block.…
I Will Have to Call You Back
“Jackson residence,” Annabell answered with a cheerful tone as she picked up the seashell resting on the counter. “The lady of the house speaking.” Standing in the light from one of the windows Annabell looked every bit as beautiful as…