Tag Archives: microfiction

Hell Bay

Posted on January 25, 2015 by Graphite Bunny

The tide is enthusiastic. It rushes coves and bays. It combs seaweed hair and heaves white over rock. The seagulls yell, ‘A storm is coming.’ – Benjamin F Jones

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To crackle with the ice-poles

Posted on November 27, 2014 by Graphite Bunny

George couldn’t stand the heat, he took a shower and by the time he’d found the towel he was hot again. He ate ice cubes but it didn’t help so he climbed in with the frozen veg. Once he’d worked … Continue reading →

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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 →

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One of those people: law of attraction

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

His name is Royston. When a customer enters the bar he asks them what his name means. Can they translate it? He can’t see that other people want him to go away. The barman wants him to stop talking so … Continue reading →

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Number Forty, Bramble Street

Posted on February 16, 2012 by Graphite Bunny

Your mother and father had been out at the pub. We were playing cards and talking about girls when they came home. “If you spent as much time doing homework as you do sitting on that sofa.” Your father’s voice … Continue reading →

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