Daddy said we had to bury Thunder far from the stable and our house. It was cold that day and Daddy said the ground was hard. Thunder’s fur was still warm from the blanket I covered her with last night. Daddy let me sleep in the stable last night but not with Thunder, he said I could sleep in the hay stack and had to promise to stay there. But I snuck in to Thunder’s pen when he went inside our house, I broke my promise.
Daddy was digging the hole and he said that it would take him most of the day. I asked him if I could help, but he told me to pick some flowers instead. I always picked flowers for Mummy. Thunder used to like trotting over the flowers and Mummy would always yell at us when we went near them.
I picked some daisies to put on Thunder’s grave and I asked Mummy if it would be ok. She didn’t answer me, but I knew it would be ok.
Daddy finished digging the hole and he told me to turn around when he pushed Thunder into the ground. I was crying and I could not stop. I looked at Daddy and he was crying too. He told me that the ground was cold but Thunder and Mummy would both be warm. We wrapped them in their favourite blankets and put Daisies on their graves. My Daddy cried a lot that day.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Standing in the rain
The light turns green, but I can’t move. Everyone is running, trying to hide from the rain but I can’t. It’s Wednesday, four pm and I’m standing in Martin Place soaking wet holding what has become my life in my hands.
The water is soaking into the files, the pages of legal wrangling and dirty deeds all preciously pieced together and fought for by me. For Him. The ink will be starting to run by now, I don’t care. I can’t believe it, after all this, Fuck him!
Five years I’ve waited, five years of false promises and hard sex on his desk. Five fucking years and now this, today of all days, some pretty little red head slut has taken the bait and he leaves me in the rain. I can see them, they don’t know I can see them, had I left as usual I would not be standing here in the rain watching them. I can see them sitting in the window drinking.
Drinking, while I have been sitting in that fucking meeting room defraying his mess and he’s been chasing his hands over some little slut right under my nose.
Well you prick, I will take you down and you won’t even know it. You will feel the pain, like you’re the one bent face down on that desk while they screw you for everything you’ve got. Fuck you will pay!
The rain keeps coming, the light turns red, just like her hair.
The water is soaking into the files, the pages of legal wrangling and dirty deeds all preciously pieced together and fought for by me. For Him. The ink will be starting to run by now, I don’t care. I can’t believe it, after all this, Fuck him!
Five years I’ve waited, five years of false promises and hard sex on his desk. Five fucking years and now this, today of all days, some pretty little red head slut has taken the bait and he leaves me in the rain. I can see them, they don’t know I can see them, had I left as usual I would not be standing here in the rain watching them. I can see them sitting in the window drinking.
Drinking, while I have been sitting in that fucking meeting room defraying his mess and he’s been chasing his hands over some little slut right under my nose.
Well you prick, I will take you down and you won’t even know it. You will feel the pain, like you’re the one bent face down on that desk while they screw you for everything you’ve got. Fuck you will pay!
The rain keeps coming, the light turns red, just like her hair.
Fear
This story is about a character waking to find someone he fears the most standing over him.
Shit! How did they get upon us so quickly, the trench has got to be over three hundred yards over there? “Will, Will you there?” I can feel Will’s leg touching mine, I can feel him shaking. Jerry’s got his bayonet pushed right into my throat, I can’t turn to see Terry, but I can see Jerry’s mate staring down the barrel at Will.
“Yeah mate, I’m here, where the bloody hell did these blokes come from?” “Don’t know mate, what do you reckon they’ll do with us?”
Jerry pushes harder against my throat and screams something I can’t understand. Again deeper, I can feel blood dripping into my collar. The sun is grey and dirt covers us both from the exploding shells that keep hitting the ground around us. I’m surprised we haven’t been killed by one of those blasted things already.
I can feel Will grab my hand and I squeeze his in reply. We have been mates since small school and we’d both signed up together. Mates forever, Will and me.
The sound of war screams from all sides, all day but you never really hear it until you’re about to die. I close my eyes, Will’s hand still pounding inside mine and I hear my last sound of war, a shot, a muffled thud which takes my mate.
I don’t hear mine, I just feel the warm explosion of blood flood my jacket collar and spray Jerry in the face. “Goodbye Will me old mate.”
Shit! How did they get upon us so quickly, the trench has got to be over three hundred yards over there? “Will, Will you there?” I can feel Will’s leg touching mine, I can feel him shaking. Jerry’s got his bayonet pushed right into my throat, I can’t turn to see Terry, but I can see Jerry’s mate staring down the barrel at Will.
“Yeah mate, I’m here, where the bloody hell did these blokes come from?” “Don’t know mate, what do you reckon they’ll do with us?”
Jerry pushes harder against my throat and screams something I can’t understand. Again deeper, I can feel blood dripping into my collar. The sun is grey and dirt covers us both from the exploding shells that keep hitting the ground around us. I’m surprised we haven’t been killed by one of those blasted things already.
I can feel Will grab my hand and I squeeze his in reply. We have been mates since small school and we’d both signed up together. Mates forever, Will and me.
The sound of war screams from all sides, all day but you never really hear it until you’re about to die. I close my eyes, Will’s hand still pounding inside mine and I hear my last sound of war, a shot, a muffled thud which takes my mate.
I don’t hear mine, I just feel the warm explosion of blood flood my jacket collar and spray Jerry in the face. “Goodbye Will me old mate.”
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Party
When I get nervous or catch a plane my right arm pit sweats. It’s a weird thing, but it seems far more active than the left. I knew I should have worn the white short, it hides the wet patch batter. “Just here’s fine mate”. The cabbie who is sweating more than me pulls over and I throw ten dollars into his palm.
I had got out about 100 metres from her house and just as I got out of the cab I spot Jarrod making his way down the street toward the house. I call out to him in the hope he will hear me and we can arrive together. I hate turning up at parties on my own, I never know what to do with my hands. I usually head for the kitchen and have a few beers and make cool.
Jarrod’s already inside when I make it to the gate, so looks like another solo entry. Kellie and I had been going out for about two months and she was having a party to celebrate the office relocation she was managing. I think she was throwing it also to introduce me to some of her friends I hadn’t met yet.
I open the door and walk in, probably should have knocked, but as the host’s boyfriend I figure I can do without the formalities. Luckily as there’s no one in the hallway but I can hear the laughter and chatter from the backyard. Just as I pass the kitchen he calls out my name. Jesus! I was hoping to avoid him until at least my fourth beer.
Shane, Kellie’s ex of a few years. I had only met him once at the Rugby Club and I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him again so soon. I turn around and face the kitchen door as I was too close to pretend I hadn’t heard his shout and he throws a beer at me. “G’day mate, how you going?” he yells from about four inches in front of me. I don’t think he realises how big he is, and me all five foot nothing is absolutely dwarfed by him. “I’m alright Shane, have you seen Kellie?” “Yeah mate, she’s out back and looking smokin’ hot I’ve gotta say. You’re one lucky little bastard!”
He pushes past me and heads towards the backyard. What does he mean little bastard? I knew I should have worn the white shirt, my wet patch is growing uncontrollably. I don’t know what she saw in him? Or should it be, I don’t know what she sees in me? I don’t know why but I want him to like me. No, I want him to want to be me. I have his ex-girlfriend after all. Maybe he secretly does? But when you’re a seven foot Rugby Captain, I guess you don’t need to be jealous of too many people. I head to the backyard in his shadow.
Jeez I wish the little fella would relax. Kel had told me about when we first met and him not liking me. Well I can understand I suppose, I did spill half a jug of Tooheys on him and he had to leave in a hurry. I didn’t mean it, but the look on his face was priceless, even Kel had a laugh.
Maybe I’ve just got to spend some time with him? But that would be a bit odd I suppose, Kel and I are good mates now, but three’s a crowd. I’m not too sure he likes the rugger’s either, so a few tickets to the games isn’t the go I don’t reckon.
Well the party’s kickin’ off and the crew’s all here. “Come on Stevo’, your missus is waiting!”
I had got out about 100 metres from her house and just as I got out of the cab I spot Jarrod making his way down the street toward the house. I call out to him in the hope he will hear me and we can arrive together. I hate turning up at parties on my own, I never know what to do with my hands. I usually head for the kitchen and have a few beers and make cool.
Jarrod’s already inside when I make it to the gate, so looks like another solo entry. Kellie and I had been going out for about two months and she was having a party to celebrate the office relocation she was managing. I think she was throwing it also to introduce me to some of her friends I hadn’t met yet.
I open the door and walk in, probably should have knocked, but as the host’s boyfriend I figure I can do without the formalities. Luckily as there’s no one in the hallway but I can hear the laughter and chatter from the backyard. Just as I pass the kitchen he calls out my name. Jesus! I was hoping to avoid him until at least my fourth beer.
Shane, Kellie’s ex of a few years. I had only met him once at the Rugby Club and I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him again so soon. I turn around and face the kitchen door as I was too close to pretend I hadn’t heard his shout and he throws a beer at me. “G’day mate, how you going?” he yells from about four inches in front of me. I don’t think he realises how big he is, and me all five foot nothing is absolutely dwarfed by him. “I’m alright Shane, have you seen Kellie?” “Yeah mate, she’s out back and looking smokin’ hot I’ve gotta say. You’re one lucky little bastard!”
He pushes past me and heads towards the backyard. What does he mean little bastard? I knew I should have worn the white shirt, my wet patch is growing uncontrollably. I don’t know what she saw in him? Or should it be, I don’t know what she sees in me? I don’t know why but I want him to like me. No, I want him to want to be me. I have his ex-girlfriend after all. Maybe he secretly does? But when you’re a seven foot Rugby Captain, I guess you don’t need to be jealous of too many people. I head to the backyard in his shadow.
Jeez I wish the little fella would relax. Kel had told me about when we first met and him not liking me. Well I can understand I suppose, I did spill half a jug of Tooheys on him and he had to leave in a hurry. I didn’t mean it, but the look on his face was priceless, even Kel had a laugh.
Maybe I’ve just got to spend some time with him? But that would be a bit odd I suppose, Kel and I are good mates now, but three’s a crowd. I’m not too sure he likes the rugger’s either, so a few tickets to the games isn’t the go I don’t reckon.
Well the party’s kickin’ off and the crew’s all here. “Come on Stevo’, your missus is waiting!”
Saturday, November 21, 2009
A Short Story - My Morning Ritual
The sand presses under my feet as I hit the beach at the North end at my usual get-in, the Dunny Bowl rip. It marches out to sea and freight trains any willing surfer out the back. As the sun creeps slowly above the horizon and brightens the dark I can see the boys already bobbing up and down. Matty, Seano, Nick, Mick, Andy and Jim, they’re always out and I’m late. It’s become a contest, who can get in first and call himself king of the morning. I indulge then in the daily race as I do all I can to rise and get myself sorted and into the ocean as quickly as I can.
I take my time to pull my t-shirt on and feel the ocean lap at my ankles. I love this part as much as I love the waves that follow, the preparation, the excitement, the nerves. “Will it be good? Will the ocean bring forth the all time ride today?” It doesn’t matter if it’s 2 foot dribble or 12 foot howling winter lines running as far as the eye can see, the feeling is always the same. Maybe it’s true what they say? Only a surfer knows the fleeing.
A few cursory stretches and a final check of my board, fins and leggy, Blu-tak pushed into my left ear. It has been giving me hell all winter with the cold southerlies blowing to shore and straight into my unprotected ear and neck line above my wetty. The outside world and it’s noise close off to me as the sticky blue ball covers my ear and leaves me with only the sound of my breathing and my own thoughts. I love this part, the sound of nothing but my breath as I enter the water.
I can barely make out the hoots and hollers from Seano as I see him racing down the right hander re-forming on the shore break. His arms and legs akimbo as he chases the wall, perfectly matching the wide grin on his face.
I take my time to pull my t-shirt on and feel the ocean lap at my ankles. I love this part as much as I love the waves that follow, the preparation, the excitement, the nerves. “Will it be good? Will the ocean bring forth the all time ride today?” It doesn’t matter if it’s 2 foot dribble or 12 foot howling winter lines running as far as the eye can see, the feeling is always the same. Maybe it’s true what they say? Only a surfer knows the fleeing.
A few cursory stretches and a final check of my board, fins and leggy, Blu-tak pushed into my left ear. It has been giving me hell all winter with the cold southerlies blowing to shore and straight into my unprotected ear and neck line above my wetty. The outside world and it’s noise close off to me as the sticky blue ball covers my ear and leaves me with only the sound of my breathing and my own thoughts. I love this part, the sound of nothing but my breath as I enter the water.
I can barely make out the hoots and hollers from Seano as I see him racing down the right hander re-forming on the shore break. His arms and legs akimbo as he chases the wall, perfectly matching the wide grin on his face.
Love - A Short Story
My wife Gladice brings me my tea. She brings it to me right to me chair, but it’s not my favourite. Ice cold Vodka, straight from the freezer, now there’s a drink I can enjoy. Every day at 3 o’clock we sit in the lounge watching some incessant rambling from some greying politician and we drink our tea and eat our cake.
Gladice makes the best tea cake this side of the annual church fair. She actually makes most of the cakes at the fair, so I guess I’m the lucky one. Only problem is, tea cake gives me horrible re-flux and it burns me insides to buggery. I just can’t bring myself to tell her, she’s been doing it so long it would break her heart.
So I wait. I wait until she’s up and into the next pot of tea from the kitchen and I leg it to the loo. Straight down in one flush it goes. It must be why it wins all the awards at the fair, it’s so light and fluffy it goes down in one flush, no mess.
I’ve been drinking tea and flushing cake for as long as I can remember. But it makes her smile and that’s what love is I reckon. I don’t know what I will do when she goes. I’ll probably have to swap the tea for vodka, the cake for chips and hell, I might even have a go at baking a cake myself.
Gladice makes the best tea cake this side of the annual church fair. She actually makes most of the cakes at the fair, so I guess I’m the lucky one. Only problem is, tea cake gives me horrible re-flux and it burns me insides to buggery. I just can’t bring myself to tell her, she’s been doing it so long it would break her heart.
So I wait. I wait until she’s up and into the next pot of tea from the kitchen and I leg it to the loo. Straight down in one flush it goes. It must be why it wins all the awards at the fair, it’s so light and fluffy it goes down in one flush, no mess.
I’ve been drinking tea and flushing cake for as long as I can remember. But it makes her smile and that’s what love is I reckon. I don’t know what I will do when she goes. I’ll probably have to swap the tea for vodka, the cake for chips and hell, I might even have a go at baking a cake myself.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The offer too good to refuse from the Honorable Barrister Frank Duk
Below a message I received via Skype today. I have never received one of those King of Nibiya emails asking for money in return for vast tracks of land. I was starting to get worried that everyone else was getting allocated all this African bounty and I was missing out, so it came as a relief when the Honorable Barr.Frank Duke finally got in touch with his offer.
Now although as he points out in his intro, we haven't met I do believe that strangers are simply friends we haven't met yet and I reckon Frank and I could really have something. He's got 12 million bucks and I'm going to be his partner. He's obviously a smart guy getting me involved, so I'm confident we can at least double it and depending upon his penchant for the pokies, we could even triple it with a bit of luck.
Obviously I got straight onto the reply. I can sense his urgency to partner up, so with any luck this time next week we'll be rolling in cash..
Or maybe.. He will not be interested as my deal isn't as good as his and he probably wont want to waste his time.
Fingers crossed.
[2:38:40 PM] Barr.Frank Duke: Hello,
I apologize since you do not know me before,i have a very important business proposal for you that involves claims of $12,000.000,00(twelve million Us dollars).
I wait for your quick reply to my private email (barr.dukef@live.co.uk) for more details of this project.
Best regards,Honorable Barrister Frank Duk
[2:47:07 PM] David Phillips: Wow Honorable Barrister Frank Duk, thats amazing, I was just about to call you as I have an amazing opportunity that I think you could be interested in too. Only problem is mine is worth only $11 million US dollars, so I guess you wouldn't be interested.[2:48:39 PM] David Phillips: If however you are interested, please email my accountant at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (deleted to protect my accountant) and will be happy to advise you of the details.
Now although as he points out in his intro, we haven't met I do believe that strangers are simply friends we haven't met yet and I reckon Frank and I could really have something. He's got 12 million bucks and I'm going to be his partner. He's obviously a smart guy getting me involved, so I'm confident we can at least double it and depending upon his penchant for the pokies, we could even triple it with a bit of luck.
Obviously I got straight onto the reply. I can sense his urgency to partner up, so with any luck this time next week we'll be rolling in cash..
Or maybe.. He will not be interested as my deal isn't as good as his and he probably wont want to waste his time.
Fingers crossed.
[2:38:40 PM] Barr.Frank Duke: Hello,
I apologize since you do not know me before,i have a very important business proposal for you that involves claims of $12,000.000,00(twelve million Us dollars).
I wait for your quick reply to my private email (barr.dukef@live.co.uk) for more details of this project.
Best regards,Honorable Barrister Frank Duk
[2:47:07 PM] David Phillips: Wow Honorable Barrister Frank Duk, thats amazing, I was just about to call you as I have an amazing opportunity that I think you could be interested in too. Only problem is mine is worth only $11 million US dollars, so I guess you wouldn't be interested.[2:48:39 PM] David Phillips: If however you are interested, please email my accountant at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (deleted to protect my accountant) and will be happy to advise you of the details.
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