Stuck In The Mud

‘Where do rocks come from?’


‘I said, where do rocks come from?’ Sally pushed ineffectually on her dad’s leg, trying to take his attention away from the phone in his hand.

‘Sally, I have to some important work stuff, can you go annoy your mum?’

‘Mum went to the shop.’

‘Fine, but I’m busy, so can you please go away?’

Sally stared at her dad, disgust etched across her face, but he didn’t even glance in her direction. After a few seconds, she unleashed a snort of fury, turning and stomping away.

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It’s Calling Me

Introduction: Thirty-one days later and I have made it. As promised yesterday, this is another ghost story which seems only right with it being Halloween and all. I also want to say thank you to anyone who has read any of these stories; it means a lot to me that you’d take time out of your day to do so. It’s been fun! Challenging but fun. Now, enjoy the final one.

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The Ghost In My Head

Introduction: For my final two tales, I want to return to where I started, ghost stories. Not just because it’s Halloween, although that plays a part, but because I fucking love ghosts. The idea of a pale figure standing in the corner watching me will never fail to send a shiver down my spine, and what’s better than that? However, as much as that is true, today’s ghost story is a ghost story that’s not really about the ghost (wow, that was a lot of ghosts). I’d love to pretend that what it is about is subtly hidden away, but it’s not, it’s pretty fucking obvious. Still, you gotta do what you gotta do.

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The Story Of My Scar

Introduction: Today’s short story brings us to the sea, and into the arms of whatever it is that lives below the waves. I’ve always liked the sea and have lived my entire life in cities that sit next to it, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little bit. The thought of all that water, filled with things that we don’t know about? Yea, fucking terrifying. 

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Journey’s End

Introduction: Honestly, today’s story started with the final line and was built backwards from there. Said punchline was inspired by Karie Murphy’s comments that Jeremy Corbyn likes to get on trains to obscure places like ‘the South West or Orkney’, so we can announce this as my debut into political writing. That might not bring with it any additional sophistication, but it did make me smile, and what’s more important than that?

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