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Micro-fiction – vol 1

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 12th March 2012

Umbrella The clear plastic umbrella lay broken on the side of the road. Twisted and forlorn. It looked so sad. Unloved. And, it wasn’t exactly keeping the rain off any more; cold rain that drove in at an angle. Never … Continue reading →

Camp GenX: 2 – Bear!

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 28th February 2012

<< Part 1 The soft scratch of Vickie’s pencil broke the otherwise complete silence. She recorded Farley’s notes into the supply ledger; where the food was taken from, when, and how much remained. She struck another now empty location from … Continue reading →

Paths

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

The bar is actually called Arrows. Big, neon-lit white letters, cursive and flowing to the point of near-illegibility, on a sickening deep pink background dotted with squint-to-see-em red hearts. On each window, they’ve etched an ornate, fragile-looking bow nocked with … Continue reading →

Romance in White Gowns

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

Stephanie felt the cup slip out of her unresisting fingers and splash water across the tray. A small sob almost escaped her lips at the sight of it, at the knowledge of how weak her left hand had become since … Continue reading →

Poetry in my Pigeon Hole

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

‘Well, something’s put a spring in your step.’ Roger chose to ignore his secretary’s comment and closed the door to his office behind him. He sat at his desk and took out a folded piece of blue writing paper from … Continue reading →

Camp GenX: 1 – Food Crisis

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 19th January 2012

The fire axe swung down in a wobbly arc and embedded itself into the log on the chopping block. Josh rolled his shoulders and moved his grip further down the red painted handle to lift axe head and log together … Continue reading →

One Corpse Too Merry

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 12th December 2011

‘I know it’s home time,’ DS Reid said at noon, his hands full of tinsel. ‘But we thought we’d stay around a little longer. Keep you company. We don’t like the thought of you working the rest of Christmas Day … Continue reading →

A Voice of Reason

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 12th December 2011

I hope you’re not thinking of changing your mind. Not now. Not after all the trouble you’ve gone to. Don’t be disheartened; the best things in life don’t always come easily. Just remember why you thought of this plan and … Continue reading →

The Christmas Tights

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 12th December 2011

“I’m going to get more stocking stuffers than you,” boasted seven year old Daphne to her friend, as they played in the backyard. They had just finished making a snowman and were surveying their handiwork. The snowman’s eyes were two … Continue reading →

Night Sky – 5 Poems

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th November 2011

Aftermath of a Stormy Night By T James   Roiling inside, she boils like pitch. Once sensuous, caressing; now seething, enveloping; White silks’ soft seductions torn and re-sewn into her black gravid cloak folds; Wreathed around her in the vain … Continue reading →

The Great Escape