Tag Archives: Short Story

How not to cook Bear stew

Posted on 28/02/2019 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

My temper has always been problematic. While it caused the accident, the real damage was done by every decision I made in its wake. This meant the accident could not be perceived as anything other than maliciously premeditated. Public absolution … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized | Tagged Ballard-esque, Bear, Bird collar, Cat, Dogs on Death Row, Fiction, Gammon, How not to cook Bear stew, Less than 2000 words, Noncewatch, Rolf Harris, Short Story, Sociopathic | 1 Comment

USB 2.no

Posted on 25/01/2018 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

We won’t go into forensic detail what’s on it. Suffice to say it’s the sort of gruesome violence that’s conjured by psychopathic self-indulgence, which Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to in complete hypocrisy. Publicly they’re repulsed, privately its qualities … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged 2000 words, 4.5mm Beretta, Andrew and Roger, Are you a fan of industrial estate chic?, Can't think of any other tags, Creeps, Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to psychopathic self-indulgence, Fiction, It's 2018!, Need a new laptop, No backwards compatibility, Obsolete, She who will remain nameless, Short Story, USB 2.no | Leave a comment

Gentrify This

Posted on 21/03/2017 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

I pledged, from the beginning, to never surrender, unlike the others. Hearteningly, resistance at the start was ubiquitous. Soon I was to realise that, for many of them, it was just an instinctive aversion. Having occupied this place for so … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged Community, CPO, Default American English spell checkers are annoying, Dodo, Explosive, Fiction, Gentification, Gentrify This, Incubatory is allowed according to the internet - which is never wrong, Modern Life Is Rubbish, Neighbours, Sentimentality, Short Story | Leave a comment

Mind the GAP

Posted on 01/06/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

The traffic lights turn red. We’re stopped again in a symposium of trenchant spray and a palette of greys, punctured only by the vitality of the spring’s green shooting reluctantly. I only dwell on it now that we’re so close … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged 1500 words, Another reason to stick to digital banking, Bitchy bitches, Everything's a cliche, Fat fascists, Fiction, Going through the motions, Mind the GAP, Short Story, The lie that is holidays, Turtle selfies sounds like a thing | Leave a comment

Parroted

Posted on 25/01/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Got the call about half eleven, bloody landline, nothing that could be done about it. She used it intentionally I reckon. She wanted me to come over, didn’t say why. Sounded well pissed off and demanded it be now, obviously. … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged Acid, Caged, Coronation Street, Facebook, Fiction, Fruity, Futility, I'll admit - I had a blast writing this, Intellectuals, Jeremy Kyle, Mars bars, Morons, Nan, Parrot, Parroted, Short Story, Stupidity, Superglued fingers, Trippy, Twitter | Leave a comment