Zedlist – Part Seven
The Essex village had a population of less than four hundred people. There was a church, small shop, pub and cricket pitch. Several hundred acres of fields and woodland surrounded it. This was fox...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
The Essex village had a population of less than four hundred people. There was a church, small shop, pub and cricket pitch. Several hundred acres of fields and woodland surrounded it. This was fox...
That night the branch is scraping my window more than ever. Sleeping pill packets litter my bedside table. At one point the silhouette of the landlord is projected on the curtain clambering around outside...
“She lied, though. She wasn’t okay because she died. I’m not mad at her, though. She lied to make me feel better. It worked, too, so I guess lies can be good sometimes.” Aaron...
Short Story The Squirrel came out as a winner after the calamity with the arrogant lot of ducks. It won but it knew better than acting like it did. Previous experiences have taught it to...
Serial Fiction ‘There was one place, he considered safe enough. It is as remote and secluded as this mountain village but in a different way. No, it’s not an island. I have been there...
Tim showed many more articles, pictures and videos to Kevin – relating to a vast range of information. Included in this was quantum physics, with detailed explanations of the fifth and sixth dimensions. Although...
My mother always used to tell me that before I was born she could feel me with her, like a glow around her. She said she felt looked over, protected. Now all I can...
A dull thud, followed by soft movement, woke him. Sleepy and cold, he lay concealed by the blankets, his ears poised to catch another sound. A clattering, scratching on wood, a whooshing sound, a...
Serial Fiction They fitted right in the armchairs. A heavy wooded box with a royal insignia was the first thing the host reached for. ‘Do you fancy tobacco? I know you do smoke on occasion....
Short Story The band of ducks walked merrily away to the un-fenced front lawn of the farm house. They knew they were in high favor in the eyes the giant farmer. And that affirmation...
Tim led the way through the small coastal town, his long fur coat trailing in the wind. They were walking at a fast pace back towards St. Leonards Station. Tim crossed the road, taking...
PLEASE LEAVE ME THE WAY YOU FIND ME is printed on a notice stuck to the back of the mediator’s toilet door. Under this someone has scrawled, “Wow! A talking toilet.” In this toilet...