Archive for the 'Flickr Fiction' Category

Rough Beast

Sunday, October 29th, 2006

The tents in the desert flexed and tore against the rough wooden pegs that pinned them to the parched earth. Ill winds blew down from the bleached mountaintop to pierce the coarse hemp canvas and chill the dreams of the sleeping children within. The tribe who had gathered in the centre of the huddle of [...]

The Bogman Pt. II

Sunday, October 22nd, 2006

Read The Bogman Pt I ——————————————————————- The black Bedford burst from the undergrowth of the class C trunk road to Ballygroate in a cloud of broken branches and black diesel smoke. Pausing momentarily at a fork in the road Loinseach, the driver, sniffed the air cautiously in contemplation, before hauling the massive steering wheel to [...]

The Birdwatchmaker

Friday, September 22nd, 2006

The glow from the tv sent light and shadow flickering over his face. He was tired. How long? Days now. He knew exactly what to do. Each day he would bring one of them out to the shed and do away with them. The birds had been the first to mention it. ‘Caw. Caw. Caw’ [...]

The Peeler

Saturday, September 16th, 2006

“What does he do?” “He peels them.” “Ah gawd.” “He comes in the night and peels them like a banana. Strips them like paint.” “Aw gawd, aw gawd dammit! They never had a chance.” “They never know what hit them. One minute staring into space being all beautiful and shit, the next ssshhhrrrrrrk! Peeled.” “How?” [...]

The Bogman

Monday, September 11th, 2006

Sean O’Riordan sat silently in the passenger seat of his father’s 1954 Austin Cambridge as the tiny car trundled slowly through the arched stone gateway, crossed the cattle grid and began its leisurely approach to the broad grey Georgian building looming in the distance. In the drivers seat his father, Sean O’Riordan Snr breathed heavily [...]

Mirror, Mirror

Sunday, September 3rd, 2006

‘Mirror, Mirror,MIRROR!’ ‘You are beautiful, so beautiful. The fairest of the fair my lady. The greenest eyes that ever saw a sunrise, with lips as red as the darkest rubies and skin like the driven snow. Hair like spun gold and an ass that just won’t quit’ ‘That’s enough!’ ‘What can’t a man admire the [...]

No story this week.

Sunday, August 27th, 2006

Nope not going to happen this week, apologies. Two days late and two and a half abortive story attempts in the bin and I’m calling time on this weeks attempt. I’ll get back on the horse next week. Non Flickr Fiction flakes this week are Chris, Elimare, Teaandcakes, Aquafortis and Tadmack. Go there and enjoy [...]

Monkey and Bird

Friday, August 18th, 2006

One day Monkey was walking in the forest and he came upon Bird. Bird was pacing back and forth in the sandy earth of the forest floor shaking her head from side to side in quick little movements. ‘What’s wrong Bird?’ said Monkey. ‘Oh Monkey,’ said Bird, I’m in trouble. Big, big, trouble. I need [...]