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…
Someone New by D.I. Jolly “932688?” Anthony turned to look at an unfamiliar man wearing a grey suit and a face that looked as though it had forgotten how to display any emotion other than disappointment. “Not anymore but thanks for asking, now go away.” The man in grey put a firm hand on Anthony’s…
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…
Brothers, Sisters… Outsider. Welcome.
“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.”
With honour in their hearts and a suicidal dedication to their mission they fought and died their way to its peak until he stood alone at the throne room door.
The problem with pure destruction is that someone has to have made something for you to destroy.
That winter had been particularly cold but despite his tropical heritage he enjoyed the cold and had said for a long time that it helped quiet his mind.
It was 7 am when his alarm started screaming, telling him he’d lain awake all night.
“Wow, so explain to me how that’s funny?”