Microfiction By Jambo Stewart
Pulling up a chair, I smiled at the faces gathered around the manky pub table. Continue reading “The Addiction” →
This is the story of two caterpillars. Continue reading “The Moth and The Butterfly” →
I came across that list again the other day: ’15 Selfies Taken Moments Before Death’, the one I mentioned in The South Gut reflection. It got me thinking about my travels as a younger man, when I arrived in a little Greek town named Myocopea. Continue reading “The Original Selfie” →
John felt apprehensive staring at the varnished oak door that stood ahead. He’d been told to wait by the door by Madam Lutzier. He was awaiting his punishment for escaping the Home. Continue reading “Problem Boys” →
Today was a strange day for me, tonight was stranger. I met a girl, a girl I thought I’d never see again. She was definitely there though, standing in the middle of the high street, spinning around in circles with an umbrella slid down the back of her yellow volunteer’s jacket. Continue reading “Space in the Office” →
Eigraw lay slumped against a rock holding his abdomen, trying to stop his Royal Elven blood from escaping the knife-wound. He screamed in pain. Continue reading “Silver Liquid” →
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Barry sat beside the main road, waiting for his mate Callum. It was a fairly cool summer night, a good night to go camping. Continue reading “Camping with the Devil” →