Movie short story by Iris Carden “Come in. Take a look.” “Wow, that screen really is big!” “It really is. So let’s try it out and watch a movie.” “What are we watching?” “I thought John Wick, unless you’d rather something else.” “John Wick: I don’t know that movie. What’s it about.” “It’s about this…… Continue reading Movie
Possession short story by Iris Carden It was meant to be a simple job. My instructions were to possess someone in this town and cause as much chaos as possible. Apparently the powers that be had a preferred candidate in the upcoming election, and needed as much distraction from actual issues as possible. This kind…… Continue reading Possession
Why Didn’t I Think of That? Poem by Iris Carden The Prime Minister said, those who can’t afford to rent should buy a house. Why didn’t I think of that? Way back when I couldn’t afford rent, when I thought I would become homeless? At the time I was just so grateful when a friend…… Continue reading Why Didn’t I Think of That?
Am I the Donkey Crater? by Fantasia Dog Reddit has a section called “AITA?” That stands for “Am I the A….?” (That A is a rude word that combines words meaning “donkey” and “crater”.) People type in their stories, and other people tell them whether or not they’re a donkey crater. Usually people write in…… Continue reading Am I the Donkey Crater?
“I’ve read the book. Three of you are going to visit me and tell me why I should change my ways.” “Nah mate. First you didn’t read the book. You watched that Bill Murray movie Scrooged, and second, you’re a special case.”
FrankenBear by Fantasia Dog It was a normal day until my friend’s face fell off. Wait, the human says I can’t start like that. She says readers need context. I’ll start again. One of my best friends is Bear. If you ever visit my house you will probably meet Bear, because I introduce her to…… Continue reading FrankenBear
Poem by Iris Carden My world came crashing down, the day my coffee maker died. I spent a day in shock, and periodically, I cried. Then the answer came to me, just before the day was done. I couldn’t live without good coffee, so I’d buy another one. I didn’t have the cash. I did…… Continue reading Held Up In Transit
Mary looked across the table at Marcus. Her expression said it all. She was sceptical, more than sceptical, that this would work.
Tourists Short story by Iris Carden It was a busy day in the service station cafe. A number of other travellers were waiting for their meals when the American tourists arrived. The Americans, a husband and wife ordered their coffee and sandwiches. “Can we have those to go?” the husband asked. “To go?” the checkout…… Continue reading Tourists
“Well,” said E.B., “I’ve been having a problem here in Australia. I’m seen as a feral pest, and some parents have objected to me being here even just for Easter, so I’d like to sub-contract this district to you, so you could be the Easter Bilby.