Free short stories about Generation End

DUMB DAISY

daisy thinks her opinions matter - drawing

Find more on Instagram

KEVIN’S TONGUE HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

cunnilingus has affected kevins day again

Find more on Instagram

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

lamp on red wall

Four years ago I was angry at love because it hadn’t turned out how I wanted it to turn out. It wasn’t constant roses. It wasn’t a dream picked from the stars. It was jealousy, and yelling, and money, and hanging up the phone.

I travelled with Donnie, a boxer, to this laser light show in Adelaide somewhere, and he’d been on the drink again, and he kept telling me, “Drink,” and I kept saying, “Nah,” and he kept telling me, “Drink,” “Drink,” “Drink,” so eventually I caved into the bastard and drank.

“You’re paying for this, you cunt!”

“I have you,” he kept blurting, but I knew he didn’t have me for shit.

Some drinks later I met a girl. She was with a friend, and both she and her friend smiled about a lot of things, and I thought that it’s a damn special gift for someone to be able to smile about a lot of things.

“It’s a special gift for someone to be able to smile at a lot of things.”

“Oh?” She said.

“Oh,” I said back.

We walked outside and bought some burgers and as soon as we sat, stories began pouring out of her mouth. There was no stopping her. I wasn’t too sure about what she was saying, but I watched her mouth and her face anyway: it was so animated, so passionate – she’d giggle, she’d be furious, she’d smirk, she’d roll her eyes, she’d raise her eyebrows. I arm wrestled her and she beat me. Was this love? Was I in love? I wanted to pour beer on her then kiss her face.

For some reason Donnie didn’t want me to leave with her, but I did it anyway. She took me to her place, and as I stumbled around I instantly fell in love with her: she had Star Wars memorabilia, she had an electric guitar, she had piles of books, she had whiskey.

“I think, I think I’m in love with you,” I slurred.

She giggled. We kissed and went to her room. I took her skirt and panties off and saw the smallest penis I’d seen in my life.

“You didn’t know?” She said.

“What?” My heart was beating fast.

We yelled at each other for a while and she cried. “Listen,” I said, “you, you have a lot of nice books.”

I caught a cab back, had a shower, brushed my teeth, wept, watched some lingerie ads on YouTube and fell asleep for three hours.

 

_

Book I’m reading: Wait Until Spring Bandini

IT’S NOT THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING CODY

cody thinks he can masturbate out of any situation

DAMMIT CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

childhood trauma getting in the way - drawing

Sorry I was late again today, babe. The realities of life got in the way.

CONVERSATION WITH THE SKY

speaking with the sky

 

“What’s your worst secret?” Jude asked Graham. “Tell me, don’t be shy.”

“I have none.”

“Tell me your secret!”

Graham slumped to the side, trying to wave Jude away. “I steal! I steal!”

“The hell you mean you steal?”

Graham’s eyes were closed, but by the way he was raising his eyebrows you could tell he was trying to keep them open. He’d been smoking from Jude’s pipe for hours. Everyone was laughing at him.

“I take…” Graham lifted one of his large arms up. “I take one piece of silverware from anyone’s home I go to.”

Jude kicked his leg. “You’ve been to my place like, ten times.”

Graham rolled over again, screaming and laughing into the couch. “I’ve stolen so much from you! I’ve stolen everything from you!”

Jude laughed. And then I laughed. And then everyone laughed.

I walked out of the room when Annabelle, who I’d taken with me, had turned green. I kept screaming, “You’re green, Annabelle!” I stumbled to the front screen door, managed to unlock it, and floated to the driveway. It was about one in the morning and the air was crisp. The streetlights made everything orange and black. I looked up at the stars.

“God?” I asked the stars.

“God?” I asked again.

Annabelle came out, onto the street. “You’re not wearing shoes, Dean.”

“And you are.” I looked at her face and snorted. “Your face, it’s still like a different colour.”

“What?” She pulled out her phone and turned on the selfie camera. “I’m completely fine.” She touched my face, giggling. “You’ve smoked a little too much.”

“I’m in pain,” I smiled. “I want to be happy but there’s something missing.”

“I don’t feel high,” she said.

“You didn’t take enough of anything.”

“Want to go to the markets later, in like five hours?”

I thought about it. “I’m seeing Christie.”

“Next week then?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

She walked back inside, and I continued looking at the sky.

 

 

_

My book is now available with free shipping

CATHERINE IS GENTLE

catherine the caring clitoris

HECTOR THE DONUT IS A DICK

HECTOR THE DONUT IS A DICK - donut cartoonFind more on Instagram

BUSTY WOMEN WHO SWALLOW SWORDS

spiegeltent limbo unhinged

Christie and I watched LIMBO UNHINGED, this burlesque show in the Spiegeltent during the Brisbane Festival.

What I remember most was Heather Holliday: this beautiful, curvy lady with lots of tattoos who put all sorts of things in her throat and pulled them back out. One of the first things she put down her throat was a sword of some sort. Then she put two in there, and then three. When she pulled them back out there was a trail of saliva (I think) that clung onto the edge of their blades. She grinned and licked them back up.

I felt like an old man, wincing at her and wondering why her insides weren’t damaged.

“Could you do that?” I asked Christie. “Why can’t you do that?”

She smiled and said nothing.

 

 

_

Book I’m reading: Last Look

WORLD LEADERS ARE THE BEST

a world leader filling his day with empty promises

Find more on Instagram