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 📝⏱

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

Will sat on the floor. He smiled at Lulu. She sat near to him. And smiled back. They moved their … More

The water found her feet, and there was something before and there was something after. She sat on the beach … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More

There is a bubble on my fiancée’s eyeball. Probably only a millimeter or two in width. It is clear. Looks … More