Friday Fictions: The Cogs

Another longer one (relatively speaking). This one is about the machinery behind the workings of the universe, which is controlled by a little old man. I have had this story in my head since about the age of 10, and I have tried writing it again and again, once as a poem, once as a full scale book. I think this is the best version although the start of this could do with much improvement. But stick with it, it gets better!

Friday Fiction: The Book

I have a slightly longer Friday Fiction for you this week.
The Book

This is a fairy-tale story of love and deception. Throughout the story, the narrative style meanders slightly (eg from fantasy to serious descriptions of human emotion), which I quite like, although I suspect it is a negative thing really

Friday Fiction: some sexy fruit and vegetable poems

Let's do something slightly different for this Friday Fiction.

Here's a triptych of three unrelated poems, about Oranges, rabbit sex and the love of two potatoes.

Friday Fiction. The Flood

Hello. If you remember last week I said I would be posting some old stories I've written on a Friday. After all, they don't really *expect* you to work on a Friday afternoon right?

Here's an oldie, about God, Noah and the WI.
And a picture of Tess. Just because.

(unfortunately, whereas the footnotes appeared at the bottom of the page in Word, here they appear, obviously at the bottom of the story, not sure what to do about that)

Friday Fiction. The Assassin

Oh hey, while tidying up my work computer I found some old bits of writing I'd done which I assumed had disappeared forever. So, to make a change from the usual picture heavy weirdness, I thought I'd share some wordy nonsense with you. I'll try and remember to update on a Friday, mostly just for the alliterative opportunity.
 

Here's the first, a short little story about a new type of deadl-ydorable assassin. Enjoy!