This is a short story I wrote for a competition, using the prompt, 'He spent his last £30 on a plate of oysters and a glass of champagne.' It's the first story I've written featuring disability, something I know a little about myself. Unfortunately, it didn't place, but I still enjoyed writing it. Tx *** He spent his last thirty quid on a plate of oyster...
So I had a summer job at the circus. It was a thankless, dumbfuck job but I needed rent money and the circus guys were cool to hang out with. I learned to juggle a little, in between tidying away the horseshit and bringing cappuccinos to the clowns. The best bit about the job was the girls. I heard tales from some of the other guys that the local chicks mi...
Authors Note: Press like if you like it and anyone is welcome to add whatever they want to the story. I like to sleep late which is why it was annoying when my room shook and I heard "WELL THEN I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU STARTED USING WOMEN'S MAKEUP MY MISTAKE JOHN" before something else was said and a door slammed. Doing what was came naturally I rolled...
I'm sitting on a park bench in the evening in a fairly secluded part of the park. No one has walked by in nearly half an hour when I see you stroll near. You are wearing a grey zip up hoodie and a tight black skirt. He hood is over your head, hiding your face. I close my eyes and return to meditating in the quiet of the almost empty park. I can't help but th...
There was no doubt about it; this was the best job in the world. Half of his time, he spent driving his truck down the isolated paths of Redwood National Forest. The other half, he spent in the Ranger tower, looking down from the heights to scan the forest for fire or campers in need. And though he has had to, on occasion, climb down from his perch to keep...
Agent Johnson rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, and was about to be an even longer night. He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented th...
It was the end of Tara McNeill's first day in her new high school and she had made no friends. Her family had moved two thousand miles across the country from the small town she had called home for her whole life to the big intimidating city. She was surprised how many black people lived in the neighborhood and it seemed like every boy in her school and ever...
Hi my name's Amber Wright and I am a 20 year old woman, that attended a place called Ridgeway academy, that teaches kids between the ages of 11-19 (people under the age of 18 will not be mentioned by name, stripped at all or engage in any of sexual acts in this story, they may be mentioned as walking past, but will not feature). All students that attend Ridg...
Gene's workday began like any other; get up at 9:30, get ready for the day, and leave for work at 10:30 on the town's local bus service. Today was a Friday, so he was grateful for the end of another work week. His job? A dishwasher at the local burger joint. Exciting, right? About him, Gene was 29 years old, and his 30th birthday is tomorrow. Go Gene, right?...
I had decided to pack my lunch, since there was roast beef left over from Sunday dinner. Didn't do it much, usually ate at an overpriced restaurant. Noon time was sunny, so I hauled my lunch and a can of Coke to the park to soak up some rays and watch the ladies. It was a glorious October day with just a bit of a chill in the air. Not so much that I had to k...