He looked at me, eyes rain-readied, heavy and distant.
“Tomorrow,” he whispered quietly.
“All these years, I’ve been telling myself ‘tomorrow’.
“But then there’s another tomorrow. Followed by another.
“And then a tomorrow follows that.”
He blinked and the rain began. Slow and silent.
‘Until there’s no tomorrow. It’s over.”
Jon is from the North West of England and an aspiring writer, working in Local Government but with a background in Newspaper Journalism.
I was working my way through the wedding checklist, making sure I had thought of, paid for, and arranged everything.
Cars, reception venue, meal, gifts. I’d cracked it. A job well done… and with days to spare!
Now I just needed to find someone to marry.
Jon is an aspiring writer from the North West of England, currently boring himself to tears working in local government. He is looking forward to getting wed himself in the next month, but fears his own checklist is never ending… You can read more of his ramblings on the new web presence he has finally gotten round to creating at writingsonthewall645.wordpress.com
“We’ve had enough of your cowboy attitude in the workplace,” the boss said. “You’re fired.”
I glanced at the clock. High noon.
“That’s mighty fine,” I drawled, spitting my tobacco onto the floor.
Holstering my six-shooter, I darn grabbed my Stetson and moseyed on out, heading for the nearest saloon.
Jon is from the Northwest of England and wastes most of his time working in local government, when he really wants to just read and write. He thinks his attitude to his hobby of rustling cattle back at the ranch is more lasso-faire than cowboy. He has recently been told one of his slightly longer worded shorts is to be included in an anthology. A doggone first.
If I said I’d been on holiday, the next week he’d been somewhere more exotic.
Driven a nice car? He’d have driven one better.
His one-upmanship rankled.
So I told him I’d lost my job, dumped my girlfriend, and fallen down the stairs.
I never saw him again.
Jon is an aspiring writer from the North West of England, currently working in Local Government, with a background in Newspaper Journalism. The best parts of his current job, which sadly lacks any creative stimulus, are lunchtime and hometime. And sometimes, at these times, he writes.
She was lovely.
I felt like I really got to know her on that journey.
She spoke passionately; I mainly listened.
I felt she warmed to me.
Her purposeful words gave me a real sense of direction.
But falling in love with the SatNav girl was just another dead end.
Jon is from the northwest of England and has had many bumps in the road. He works in local government with a background in Newspaper Journalism. He likes writing short stuff and is inspired by all forms of flash and micro fiction.
Montgomery Jackson’s luck ran out when, at the annual manoeuvres, and in front of the new Commander, he proudly showcased the new guerrilla tactics he had developed.
Charging headlong at the enemy whilst bellowing, hurling vegetation and beating one’s chest like a dominant Silverback was simply not the done thing.
From the North West of England and currently working in local government, Jon likes to write and be creative. He is inspired by flash fiction and other short works, and is regularly blown away by the high standard of 50-word offerings on this site.
The fire raged in the downtown office block.
Flames danced angrily, a seething mass of hatred,
Ruthlessly punishing with every inch they consumed.
From a distance, he watched his handiwork.
The fire raged within him. Still.
White hot and all encompassing
Equally violent, fuelling the next part of his revenge.
From the North West of England, Jon works in local government, with a background in newspaper journalism. He is currently enjoying experimenting with short forms of writing, likes to think he can do so creatively, and quite often has to delete everything he has written and start again.
The Bear grinned.
He was big, bad, and made the rules in his side of the forest. Nobody dared dissent.
The Eagle dominated the other side, but did so differently, regularly letting other animals decide who they wanted to rule.
The Bear chuckled. This year they were nominating a goose.
From the North West of England, Jon works in local government, with a background in Newspaper Journalism. He is currently enjoying experimenting with short forms of writing, likes to think he can do so creatively, and quite often has to delete everything he has written and start again.
I glanced at her.
She eyeballed me.
Silent intensity swelled
As the space truncated.
We were finding it difficult to breathe
The smell, the heavy footsteps.
And yet we couldn’t bring ourselves to speak
And state the obvious.
A literal presence:
The elephant in the room.
Jon is from the North West of England and works in local Government with a background in Newspaper Journalism. He’s a father of two, who inspire him. He is attempting to write more and be creative with short written forms.
She wished he wouldn’t squeeze the toothpaste tube from the middle.
And that he’d refrain from leaving the toilet seat upright.
God, she wished he’d stop singing in the shower too.
She opened the bottle.
The Genie laughed knowingly. All that potential happiness, wealth, and well-being would be wasted here.
Jon is from the North West of England and works in local government, but has a background in Newspaper Journalism. He is currently enjoying writing for fun and experimenting with short written forms.