A Murder Of Crows by Hugh Cron

He looked out into the grounds and couldn’t understand the blackness. He thought that it was dead leaves. There had been a storm throughout the night which had unsettled. The dreams had frightened. He became anxious again as he tried to recall. They teased him, they were there hovering near to the edge of his consciousness, without form…disturbing. The Priest gave up and went into his bathroom to shave. The tremor in his hand changed his mind. He rinsed his face and tried to pray, the familiar words, spoken every morning since he entered the Diocese sixty years back were alien to him. They choked him and he felt a tear run down his cheek. It occurred to the old man that maybe he was having a stroke.

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Week 132 – Coco-Pops, Stationers And Challenges

I read this week that the average Britain would eat ½ tonne of breakfast cereal in their lifetime. You may think that’s excessive but when you realise what a drug problem we have and how your average chemically dependant person can only really digest cereal, it all begins to make sense. But to be fair, with what they spend on cereal, they save on toilet paper as smack bungs them up. If you can overlook the blood-spray on the walls, you normally find that an addicts toilet is surprisingly clean!

We once were a hardy nation who started the day with porridge, we now have a heroin nation who starts the day with Coco-Pops.

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Week 131 – Pride, Cathedrals And 100 % Proof Gin.

Hi folks, here we are at Week 131.

In the words of the legend that is Ed O’Neill as ‘Al Bundy’, ‘I just wish the world would curl up and die!!’

I have had a shit few days! My pride took a dent this week and that got me thinking.

Many Scottish people really do only have pride in being proud and it serves no purpose except to be very destructive when something chips away at it.

What I don’t understand is why I worry about pride when as a writer, my pride gets decimated with every refusal. I suppose when I think on it, it’s different. Once you have went through the first few rejections you need to realise that this is part of it, it is a process and nothing else.

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Week 130 – Feltching, Chunnelling And Klismaphilia

Week 130 – Who would have thought it? Probably most of us after Week 129!

I have to apologise for the title but its Diane’s fault!

I’d never considered that she thought that I was being mischievous with my titles until she mentioned this in last weeks post with my colourful penis inclusion.

Diane has been brilliantly literal with the images for all my postings. We, at Literally Stories and the authors consider her a total legend in doing so. So I wait with my breath baited to see what she has come up with!!! (I normally write this first, Diane edits and then inserts the image.)

This amalgamation of naughtiness has also given me my topic for this week and that is curiosity!

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