‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More
Tag: writing
The Final Firs of Christmas
The last Christmas trees in the bin stood gazing around. They were barer by the day, dry as the Gobi, … More
The Sorrow of the Christmas Tree
All dressed in her best baubles and bells, the Christmas tree rowed out onto the still, black lake. She dipped … More
The Tie and the Toilet
More vomit poured forth from the senator’s mouth, filling the filthy toilet with the afternoon’s lunch break. He sat crookedly … More
Donald’s Gramophone
Through the window of the Oval Office, the sunlight tried to shine, only to be dimmed by thin curtains, and … More
The Automatic Way 📝⏱
‘We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon’ on FIVE:2:ONE #thesideshow
My story ‘We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon’ is now on the FIVE:2:ONE Magazine website. http://five2onemagazine.com/can-grow-squash-jon-sean-whiteley-flash-fiction-thesideshow/ Give it a read. … More
Lulu and Will Play a Board Game
Will sat on the floor. He smiled at Lulu. She sat near to him. And smiled back. They moved their … More
Spine Call
Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
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