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?
School Camp Short story by Iris Carden Grade six school camp was an adventure, something I’ll never forget. I was the fat, slow kid. I had no friends, just didn’t belong. I’d been bullied for my entire five and a half years in that school and had absolutely no friends. Grade sixes and sevens from…… Continue reading School Camp
Poem by Iris Carden Collar bell jingles, soft paw pats her ball, Princess is playing her way down the hall. She wiggles her bum as she targets a pounce, knocks things off the shelf to see if they bounce. She leaps into a lap for a moment or two, but can’t stay there when there’s…… Continue reading Princess
“Well, I don’t believe in letting bullies win. Do you?” Mum said.
Blood Short story by Iris Carden It was the third body in three days. All were exsanguinated, all with their throats ripped out, but minimal blood at the scene. I looked at the Head of Security, Stockton. She shook her head. No. They’d found nothing to say who or what was doing it. “If I…… Continue reading Blood
Publishing Your Own Book Blog post by Iris Carden Someone contacted me asking if I could turn their idea into a book. I don’t do that for a number of reasons, a key one being that my health issues mean I struggle to have the energy to put my own ideas into books. What I…… Continue reading Publishing Your Own Book
Saturday Writing Club Post by Iris Carden The actual physical writing group I belong to started again yesterday. We’ve were in hiatus for a while, with COVID rules and other issues. There’s nothing quite like getting together with other people who share the same interests. It was just great to get together again and hear…… Continue reading Saturday Writing Club
“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.”
Yet again, the phone rang. Yet again, she answered. Yet again, all she heard was static. Yet again, she hung up, annoyed.
Lifters and Leaners Poem by Iris Carden The phrase “lifters and leaners”, divides the bad from good, but who does the heavy lifting and who just leans on whom? Who provides the labour that makes the economy turn? And who rakes in the profits, those labourers have earned? Who helps lift the poor, out of…… Continue reading Lifters and Leaners