And somehow that would make everything alright, like the rain.
Jack hated his job. It had been challenging for the first week and a half, but once he’d gotten into the rhythm of it, it had basically stayed the same. What made it worse, for him anyway, was that the deeper into the routine of his job he got, the more it felt like his…
After one too many jokes he found he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that people thought he was cruel and it bothered him how angry it made him, which quickly turned into a downward spiral and before he knew it, he could barely take two steps out his door without starting an internal argument with himself about the thoughts of total strangers.
Heritage by D.I. Jolly A prose poem It was 4 years to the day that the letter arrived, four years to the day since the incident where my father, a quiet man with a strange sense of humour apparently lost control. It had often been said that he used to tell himself jokes, because only…
Focus by D.I. Jolly When George and his best friend Spencer, who everyone called Badger, were conscripted into the army, George took it with the shake of his head and a smile deciding that it was a joke and therefore didn’t require any more effort than was strictly necessary. Badger, on the other hand, had…
“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising, and Bob really is that sweet guy who’s kind… and boring and harmless. I’ll miss him too. But sadly, he didn’t survive this hostage situation, but it’s ok, life goes on.”
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
“Yeah, I dreamt that a demon leapt onto my bed out of the shadows, held me down and ran his nail over forehead while screaming that, if I wouldn’t choose to see the truth he’d pry open my third eye and force me.”
Frank stared at the naked girl on his phone trying to place where he’d seen her face before. Of all the images he’d received in the last few weeks, this one looked the most familiar
“The doctors tried to tell me once that it wasn’t my fault, that I was simply born this way. Personally, I don’t like that way of thinking. Makes me feel undervalued. A lot of work goes into my little art projects you know.”