I'm not sure what compels people to write short stories. Perhaps it's because they don't take as long as novels. That's not to say they're easier to write, though. A well-crafted short story is a very difficult thing indeed to pull off.
You can be the judge of whether I've managed it ever. A couple of these have been published by the wonderful Spinteingler magazine, so that must count for something.
Because I have a tidy mind, I've arranged these in something of an order. Well, it made sense to me at the time. Get with the clicky for some short-form goodness.
Well, mostly they are.
These hardly qualify for the title 'story'. They are more observations on life. Little snippets of things that I wrote whilst warming up the typing fingers or trying to stir my sluggish brain into action. Vignettes is a word that springs to mind. Little Vignes.
Some people might say it is arrogant and presumptuous of me to put such ill-formed and miscarried creativity on show. These are the stillborn and should be consigned to an unmarked grave. To them I say, this whole website is an exercise in ego-massaging. I built it to tell the world about me. If you don't like it, you'll go somewhere else. That's the beauty of the world wide web.