Short Stories

Have you heard, MOONS she's got a new bicycle, she's off on her cycle again, around the world she'll be back in a month, she left with a flat tyre but believe me shell return from her Uni - cycle, around the world in a month. After her journey on her bisexual bicycle on the psychedelic pathway from the heavens.
Willy X 05/08/05

Jo Bloggs 

Footsteps on the moon

April 8, 2006.

A true story by an eyewitness

Just blogging along in my nikely moon fashion attire, by the sunlight trying to get away from the shadow.
I saw footprints on the moon just in front of me, astounded I stopped for a while & pondered had others been here….  U S   or them United Steaks or… I  decided to follow these mysterious footprints around the crater

To find the  source eventually arriving back at my starting point  &  realising they were my own footprints.
Taking  a long look at the creator I wondered “how” had it “all “ begun.
Wot go, s around comes around…

So I watched the sun & its shadows creating strange shapes on the rock faces, in the middle distance, weird moving faces & creatures, one moment their &  gone the next, the ghosts of the moon.

A Greater Crater I couldn’t begin to imagine . . . . it was my crater &  around it I walked

Following in my own footsteps. Me Mr X

Then I decided to enter the centre. .  .  it was soft golden sandy like quicksand…

Oops! too late… end of story.  

But no—it felt like floating & the sand like water splashing about & clouds of dust swirls of dust& I thought of Sahara & the wonderful deserts she serves up at the oasis café\bar,

But unlike reality it was another mirage,

A mirage of the moonday.

Next  thing  it came to me again,

 That night when  the key was given to me,

And the words

"Is the moon a bone or a seed?

A bone of an old planet,

Or the seed of a new planet",

Answer is

       Neither, it’s Cheese

© WillyX 2006

Ian Glenn

Ian Glenn  sat back in the sofa & said:   "You're joking!"

As he   huddled there in that old blanket

Anyway wots the point

Ses  I

Ian Glenn suddenly got up & started to wave his arms about & dancing

Next thing, all of a sudden, the whole situation changed

Because unbeknown to us, their was something afoot

In fact there was more than one thing afoot,

Because for a start, that lose floorboard was waiting,

& Sure enough, the tea cup went flying, the cat jumped

& The doorbell rang all at the same time,

O no, hear comes trouble, spelt with a capital T,

I say it loud & I say it clear, were the first words we heard.

Is it whisky or is it gin,

Followed by an almighty crash, that included the sound of breaking glass,

Well half a guess, wot next,

A Kind of wail went up, followed by mutterings, like, we broke the bottle of

Whisky.

We!  !    We.   You .    more like it,

It sounded like a fight was about to start, and me & Ian quickly jumped out the

Window, ground floor of course, just as the sound of the front door crashing open, got to us, we considered ourselves lucky to be missing the drunken brawl just starting off.

© WillyX 2006