Category Archives: Short Story

Clive’s Thunderbolt

Posted on December 12, 2014 by armund

The finished Castle for the school project. (Sorry the photo is blurred. it’s been handed in now so we can’t re-do it) ooooooooooooooooooo Story – Cive’s Thunderbolt 20141212 – armund.org Clive went to the lavatories for a pee. While standing … Continue reading →

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Joey’s Thunderbolt

Posted on December 10, 2014 by armund

10 Dec 2014 “You missed the distraction Joey. The pointal passed you on the port. Then praps star bored fits better. Let go, let it slip and melt.” “Quint Guy, the best quint ever. I’ll never find another like her. … Continue reading →

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Pigeon Holes

Posted on October 12, 2014 by armund

Pigeon Holes – Short Story – ARM 12\10\14 My Auntie Mary used to work in the Coop in the city centre in the 1960s. I have a photograph of her filing mail into brown, wooden pigeon hole boxes that covered … Continue reading →

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The Mumbles

Posted on July 29, 2014 by armund

Homage to Dillon Thomas and Richard Llewellyn THE MUMBLES The dank wind was howling across the sea and butting the heave of the Mumbles like a pugilist. It gave no quarter to the town of Llareggub and asked for none. … Continue reading →

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The Atavistics

Posted on June 28, 2014 by armund

The Atavistics – ARM – 20140606 It was an anxious time for James Acomb. He wasn’t ‘in charge’ and he wasn’t confident about what he was being asked to do. The Atavistics had instructed him that ‘She’ would sense a … Continue reading →

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A Bit of Rough

Posted on June 3, 2014 by armund

A BIT OF ROUGH 20140525 Sundays are strange days. Everyone seems to have a different opinion. It’s boring, it’s relaxing, it’s ‘me’ time, it’s ‘clear the loose ends’ time. For me it is ‘list time’. I daydream the things I … Continue reading →

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