What They Became

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. For a moment, Mr Andrews stood stock still - dismayed and shocked. Then, with the ice cold water seeping down through his clothes, he lifted the upturned plastic bucket free from his head. The muffled giggling he'd heard start only seconds ago, now became… Continue reading What They Became

Story Of My Life

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. It was half way through the lunch break. Everyone else had gone outside to eat their sandwiches in the sunshine, leaving just these two colleagues sat together in the admin office, deep in conversation. "Yeah, well that's the story of my life, I guess."… Continue reading Story Of My Life

No Use Sitting Here Moping

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. So readers, 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… 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 Anymore

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 Anymore

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. It turns out to have been commissioned by the museum's chief… Continue reading Can't Stop Loving