Free SciFi adventure Drama/Comedy
'til Sunday December 30th
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
A Christmas Karol
A short story by
Gareth Stokes
Copyright © 2011
(Adult Content & language)
Synopsis:
A monastery is the home of dear old Santa. But he's not there by choice. He's there by punishment. And Santa doesn't intend to keep his punishment all to himself...
After all, he is a giver!
NOW AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACK ON AMAZON IN THE COLLECTION "COMPULSIVE"
Saturday, 24 November 2012
End Of An Affair
Copyright ©
2012
Stock
Image by Dreamstime
A
3,000 word story
(Contains Adult Content)
_____________________________
Synopsis:
A man witnesses the approach of the end of everything...everything he knows, and thinks he knows; annihilation of his world. In the short time remaining, he regards his last great love, intagible and surreal though it may be, its significance is all the more poignant as a benchmark for everything that can never be.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Gearing myself up...
- Write very happy thoughts to lots of people I don't talk to or hear from 11 months a year within the cardboard sleeve of an overly-expensive glittery thing called a Greeting Card. They're all really nice people, actually - it's just a sad fact of life that we're all too busy through the year to keep in touch.
And last and quite possibly least, republish this little ol' chestnut of a short story that I trot out every year and give away for five days -- A Christmas Karol. (A fun bit of nonsense that works if your sense of humour is even slightly as warped as mine own!)
Available on Amazon from December... but for the love of Santa, folks - wait 'til nearer Christmas day when I make it free. No point paying for it when you can get it for nothing. (You've got better things to spend your money on, dear people.)
In the meanwhile, to my US friends - Happy Thanksgiving... for the upcoming festivity.
...And I'll wish you all Happy Christmas when we get there.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Things To Ignore... [Repost]
That unnatural swell of my belly which may be mistaken as middle-aged spread, but is actually too much beer.
Anything unkind or insulting someone may say about my mental capability, because it's most likely true and therefore that person is just stating the obvious and their comments are patently redundant.
The dark shadows under my eyes. I stay up late for Twitter and Facebook when it would make way more sense to get up early for Twitter and Facebook.
Any inappropriate comments I may write about my sister. I haven't got a sister.
That cheeky wink I might give you if we meet. It's just a nervous twitch.
Any unflattering pictures of me on social network sites. It's not me, it's bad lighting.
That excuse about bad lighting. It is me.
A kiss ( x ) at the end of a tweet to a male friend. It's only because there's no quick symbol for *manly handshake*.
A kiss ( x ) at the end of a tweet to a female friend. It's only because there's no quick symbol for *peck-on-the-cheek*.
Any claims by me to be 'athletic'. The only part of me that runs is my nose.
Page 894 of my novel. There is no page 894.
Long-winded posts on here or Facebook. I can't help it... I like the sound of my own keyboard.
Spelling mistakes, typos, and bad grammar. We're back to the beer thing again.
My imaginary friend. I don't share.
The letter K in my Twitter name. Who cares if I have a middle name? I don't even remember what it is.
Flatulence, belching, or hiccups. I eat so slow, my digestive system gets bored waiting.
Swear words where they may appear. It's not that I lack a mature vocabulary - it's just that sometimes I pretend I'm still 15.
This whole post. It's just another test for Networked Blogs as this new site is...........
Anything unkind or insulting someone may say about my mental capability, because it's most likely true and therefore that person is just stating the obvious and their comments are patently redundant.
The dark shadows under my eyes. I stay up late for Twitter and Facebook when it would make way more sense to get up early for Twitter and Facebook.
Any inappropriate comments I may write about my sister. I haven't got a sister.
That cheeky wink I might give you if we meet. It's just a nervous twitch.
Any unflattering pictures of me on social network sites. It's not me, it's bad lighting.
That excuse about bad lighting. It is me.
A kiss ( x ) at the end of a tweet to a male friend. It's only because there's no quick symbol for *manly handshake*.
A kiss ( x ) at the end of a tweet to a female friend. It's only because there's no quick symbol for *peck-on-the-cheek*.
Any claims by me to be 'athletic'. The only part of me that runs is my nose.
Page 894 of my novel. There is no page 894.
Long-winded posts on here or Facebook. I can't help it... I like the sound of my own keyboard.
Spelling mistakes, typos, and bad grammar. We're back to the beer thing again.
My imaginary friend. I don't share.
The letter K in my Twitter name. Who cares if I have a middle name? I don't even remember what it is.
Flatulence, belching, or hiccups. I eat so slow, my digestive system gets bored waiting.
Swear words where they may appear. It's not that I lack a mature vocabulary - it's just that sometimes I pretend I'm still 15.
This whole post. It's just another test for Networked Blogs as this new site is...........
New Start...
Quick note:
This new blog is a migration from http://garethstokes.blogspot.co.uk/
Please check in regularly for new short stories (of the unconventional style) and occasional rampant ramblings.
Thanks much / Gareth
This new blog is a migration from http://garethstokes.blogspot.co.uk/
Please check in regularly for new short stories (of the unconventional style) and occasional rampant ramblings.
Thanks much / Gareth
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)