Category Archives: Prose

The answer exists

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

There are three stages to the day and I’m at the first. The sun hasn’t woken but I eat full breakfast and coffee. Advertising agents gather up punters and rub nettles on their genitals. There’s frost on the beer pumps … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged aniseed, at the bottom of the next one, barman, Benjamin F Jones, creative prose, Creative writing, drinking, fiction, graphite bunny, guns made of carbon, human condition, modern life, my life through the eyes of someone else, pub bunny, pub life, short prose, terrorists, terrorists among us, three stages to the day, triptych, tumble inn pontypridd, viewpoint, viewpoints, work life | 2 Comments

Catch the smell of burning sperm cells

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

I exchange consent for horse tranquiliser and take a seat in the waiting room. Wednesday is mayhem in Ashgrove Surgery. The vasectomy clinic collides with toddler immunisation. The furnishings are tacky with drooling infants but examples of bad parenting mellow … Continue reading →

Posted in Flash, Humour, Prose | Tagged absurd, absurd prose, ashgrove surgery, Benjamin F Jones, consent form, creative prose, Creative writing, fire ants, flash, friday, graphite bunny, horse tranquiliser, Humour, minor operation, pontyrpidd, short prose, snapshot, sterilisation, sterilised bunny, the chop, the snip, toddler immunisation clinic, vasectomy, vasectomy clinic ashgrove, vivisection | 8 Comments

Poisoned with nails

Posted on June 2, 2014 by Graphite Bunny

Rachael’s Mum slips down between the cracks of the pavement, melting like paper in the rain. She is a minefield poisoned with nails. The doctor can’t control her with drugs so she uses her wit like a crowbar to open … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Snapshots | Tagged Benjamin F Jones, borderline personality disorder, character observation, characters, child pickup, childcare, Creative writing, crowbar, denial, depression, drugs, flash, graphite bunny, guilt, insecurity, lies, mental health, mother, paranoia, parenthood, people watching, personality disorder, prose poem, prose poetry, school run, school run bunny | 1 Comment

The Spigot: the Origins of Valentine’s Day

Posted on February 14, 2014 by Graphite Bunny

The first interpretation of this celebration originates from a small walled city called Luberus. Whilst the city’s defences were being constructed hordes of hungry open countryside armed with brushes and scrubbers roamed outside. To honour the engineers working on the … Continue reading →

Posted in Cut-up, Humour, Prose, Prose Poetry | Tagged absurd, bell spawn, Benjamin F Jones, bunny valentine, creative prose, Creative writing, cut up, cut-up, funny, graphite bunny, history of valentine's day, Humour, luberus, microfiction, nonsense, Prose, short prose, snapshot, spigot, valentine, vignette, writing | 1 Comment

I Stacked the Odds

Posted on December 6, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading →

Posted in Exercises, Prose, Snapshots | Tagged autobiography, Benjamin F Jones, Brunel House, cardiff, cardiff queen street, christmas, christmas in the office, christmas shoppers, creative prose, Creative writing, December 2001, exercise, festivities, fifteenth floor, flash, graphite bunny, left behind, odd one out, office, office bunny, office life, office utopia, phone manning, phones, short straw, solo, weirdo, wind scrapes, yoga | 2 Comments

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