The friend’s jaws dropped and for a moment it looked like they might actually hit the floor. Then the one pulled himself together, put on a smug face and said.
Mr Stevenson Believes by D.I. Jolly
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
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…
Unexpected Events By D.I. Jolly
“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.”
Taking Your Time By D.I. Jolly
“Patience, patience, all in good time I assure you. But for now, try breathing through your nose otherwise you might burn your vocal cords.”
The Mighty Hunt For New Employment By D.I. Jolly
I’m not unemployed I’m a writer. It’s a wonderful thing to say, and although true, the two statements are not mutually exclusive. I am unemployed and I am also a writer.
Premonition By D.I. Jolly
“Don’t jinx it, man, let’s get in and get it done. Remember we just get through the next few hours no matter what, and then we are set, for life.”
Drugs By D.I. Jolly
Drugs By D.I. Jolly They crashed through the door, mouths locked together and with a skilled flick of his leg, it shut behind them separating them from the rest of the party. They wasted no time before starting to pull at each other’s clothes. As soon as her shirt was off he slipped a hand…