The VisitThe Visit4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here we go again.
Magnus Pariah descended the stairs with a smile on his face. The evening was promising a storm, and the knock at his door meant that there would be some fun to be had. It had been a long time since he’d last entertained a guest and he would admit that he’d been growing restless. Putting on his best, most welcoming smile, he took hold of the door and pulled it open.
“Good evening. May I help yo – erk!”
The words he’d spoken so many times before suddenly died on his lips. His eyes widened, face paling even more than usual.
But if anything, the couple standing at his doorstep looked even more shocked.
A man and a woman, both with greying hair and more wrinkles than he remembered. The woman’s hair was creamy blonde, tied back in a tight bun. The man was a brunette whose hair would no longer hold the quiff he had worn in his youth. Behind them at an angle on the driveway was a car with smoke gently rising from the bonnet.
How Does He Do It?He won't stop eating.How Does He Do It?41 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All day, every day. He raids the kitchen, jiggly arms filled with chips and cakes and pies and ice cream. Takes it all to his arm chair in the den and sits down. Tears into the packets without mercy and begins to shovel it all in. Does he even stop to chew? He just keeps forcing it all in until every morsel has gone. Then he sits back and falls asleep.
By this time, his belly is swollen. He looks like a pregnant woman about to pop. Big and round, protruding forwards almost unnaturally, it causes his t-shirt to rid up and hangs out over his boxers. Even his soft muffin top has bloated, appearing bigger than it's ever looked. It's a wonder he can fit so much food in.
He sleeps for only an hour, before pouring through the kitchen for any last scraps. Finding none, he dresses in too-small clothes and waddles to his car, augmented backside swaying heavily with each step. Somehow, he squeezes behind the wheel of his pick-up and heads off to every take-away joint within
Family games timeYeah, Steve told me about what he did that afternoon, and it made me think about one of the visits I’d made before we headed over here. I’d picked up a few things about planning from him, and this particular home near me had caught my eye a few weeks ago, when I saw the mum bringing in some very expensive looking items from her car.Family games time2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out she ran a fashion boutique in town, and she lived with her eleven and ten year old daughters – no man about the house, which was a help to someone like me. So I decided to pay them a visit on the Sunday before we flew out. I spent the time learning their names – the mum was Tammy, and her daughters Nikki and Anna.
So I drove round to their house on the Sunday, parking my car a few streets away and walking along the street. I had a black leather biker’s jacket over a roll neck sweater, tight leggings and knee length leather boots, with a small grey rucksack on my back, containing everything I
Of Connery“Jay, did you know that knuckle bones have been used for a children’s throwing game since Greek times?” Connery remarked, fiddling with some knuckle bones of his own. “Of course, they were sheep’s knuckles, not human ones like the ones I have here.” When he received no response, Connery continued on. “There were different throws with different names, but the most common one involves throwing one knuckle up in the air, grabbing another one on a nearby table with the same hand and then catching the thrown one before it hits the ground. Sound like a fun activity to you?”Of Connery2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet again, no answer. Connery looked up from his knuckle bones and wore an irritated expression as he watched Jay and the rest of the Squad struggling with the mutant bear. Bryan went flying past him as the gargantuan beast swatted him aside. It seemed to have fireproof fur, somehow – Jay’s fire wasn’t really having an effect. Amy wasn’t enlarging Mis