Surreal short stories, songs and poems that seek a publisher to produce them in book form.
Owner: PaulHassing
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Language: English
Tags: story, poem, song, fiction, short story
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Latest Blog Posts for Imagine Day
- Temerity prayer– God grant me the serenity to forgive people I can change; courage to take out those I cannot and wisdom to know the difference at 1200 metres in fading light with a 10 km crosswind. – Brought to you by Imagine Day the book.
- Bitter brew– Glug, glug, glug, go the dregs of my dad’s last home brew. Not down my throat, but in the sink. Testament to 30 years of continuous unimprovement. It began as a fine recipe. With fresh ingredients from a ‘way-out’ 70s health...
- Seeing redon Feb 22, 2016 in Short Story confinement mars novel paranoia planet psychology sci-fi science fiction space Story writingGuy and Jock were catching up over coffee. It wasn’t real coffee, because they were 58 million kilometres from Melbourne. And it wasn’t a real catch up, because they’d spent four years in training, 252 days on a dummy Mars run in a...
- The very bad detectiveEpisode 2. Phone tap. The dame composed herself and drew up her long legs. The detective glanced at the scene. ‘Like what you see?’ she purred. ‘I’m not really into pastels.’ ‘You think I’ll turn to water?...
- The very bad detectiveEpisode 1. Nothing like a dame. This is a story about one of those detectives with the hat and the fan and the venetian blinds. Except this detective had wooden blinds from Freedom Furniture. The string had snapped and the slats slid about like ice...
- Paedophile blueson Jan 28, 2016 in Poem child abuse court justice paedophile rehabilitation retribution scout victim– Hey there, mis- ter scout- mas- ter; sittin’ in the dock. – Bet you did- n’t bank on this, when you grabbed my – attention. – – ...
- Anxiety– Got the irrits and the shits. Can’t abide nongs or nitwits. Think I’ll shake myself to bits. Anxiety. – Put away the jolly pills. Out of bed to pay the bills. Hi! to Life! and all its ills. Anxiety. – Kick away my trus...
- Bitter lemon– I asked the grocer why he was selling just USA lemons. – He said the sun had fried all the flowers in Queensland. – A melancholy Eureka. –...
- Alcohold– Alcohol’s a millstone That drags you to the deep. It poisons all your daytimes, And Alptraums your sleep. – It steals ‘fun’ from your future, Yet when it comes it’s gone. And if you ever get there, You’ll f...
- Hoarse play– Let’s go bash a horse about! – Dress up, drink down and bet and shout. – And if perchance it falls down dead, forswear your heart and lose your head. –...
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