No Use Sitting Here Moping

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. My parents' bodies have been taken over by aliens. It's come as no surprise to me, really. It's been happening right across the country, since the beginning of the year. It was only a matter of time - I think even my parents realised… Continue reading No Use Sitting Here Moping

Rachel Had Made A Wish

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. "Rachel! What have you done to your stepfather, come out from your bedroom - this instant!" Her mother was upset and angry; Rachel could tell by the familiar tone adopted and the words used. "You've cast a spell upon him haven't you?! What has… Continue reading Rachel Had Made A Wish

Not Any More

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. I'd once loved Alec, but not now, not anymore. After six months together, I realised I felt nothing for him, no affection, no attraction. I didn't actively dislike him, but a feeling of complete emptiness had taken over. The situation had become undeniable. Over… Continue reading Not Any More

Can’t Stop Loving

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. I first saw him at the Museum of Contemporary Feculence, in West Harbourlarborough. I'd been admiring the world's largest pile of dung, shaped into a ball. Impressed, I sought out the information label. Ultimately, it turns out to have been commissioned by the museum's… Continue reading Can’t Stop Loving

How We Met and Why It Works

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage Bertrand's story..."We first met at a weekly meditation class. On this particular evening, the teacher had facilitated a discussion about the practice of mettā in meditation. How the creation of benevolent thoughts, wishing peace, openness of the heart, healing and love were beneficial. During… Continue reading How We Met and Why It Works

We Were Happy, Until…

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage It all started yesterday, when I took Buckley out for his regular early evening walk. Despite the squally wind churning the mist around, we were enjoying ourselves - as we always do. Buckley is a lovely little fella, a real good boy. Everything seemed… Continue reading We Were Happy, Until…

Next Morning

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage “Listen!” Gabriela held still, training her ear to the initial drops of rain splotching against the bedroom window. “Don’t you just love that sound?”Opening his eyes, adjusting to the environment, Duncan considered the question. This soon gave way to a deeper analysis inside his… Continue reading Next Morning