scarlet_Aterribly small number of people, namely one, asked how or where I get the ideas for my short stories. Well dear “interested” reader, I don’t really know. When the mood or weather conditions suit I’ll sit at the computer and open a blank page. The first words or two then dictate what follows and the narrative just farts out.

ajm is an amalgamation site lovingly drafted from tbaoo and my silly writing.  The style of tbaoo was deliberately lower case which will explain why some content remains in this format. Also I’ve decided to share some of my images and I’ll add even more as time goes by. The photo gallery can be accessed from the menu or here.

Furthermore .. now that my first attempt / sample of my short stories has been formatted correctly and with the help of SmashWords, it has been distributed to those fine outlets that market ebooks … mine can be purchased ( or sampled ) for the uniquely wonderful price of “99 cents” … you can invest in the future of modern entertainment … here. 

Below you’ll find a small example of my short stories ….

The scum bag who was aptly named Arthur Rummage, was arrested. He ended up dying in jail from a mysterious glandular disease, apparently contracted by a nasty case of man love without protection. It wasn’t the lack of a condom, it was that the recipient of his amorous and violent advances had serious connections and protection, while Arthur had none.

He was smashed into the smallest representation of a human the morgue had ever seen. The cause of death was put down to glandular disease, all his glands, organs, limbs, bones and bits were compacted that much it caused disease. Arthur was trolly’d to the morgue like one of those compressed cars you see on TV, the ones that become installation art pieces. more ?

Ralph had an old leather bound daily planner that he continually filled with torture and murderous scenarios. He would figure out when and how he could act the latest of these scenarios. He’d always practiced the timing, the capture, the hiding and the alibi should anyone become suspicious. He’d been very careful, except for this night, Betty’s snooping would force him into action. Decisive, yet somewhat clumsy action.

Betty had flipped through some pages and seemed to remember a few of the methods outlined within. She watched a lot of cable news and she’d also seen many a news documentary on the crime channel. The similarity of these local crimes and the scribblings in this book were all too real. Well Betty do you like the plot lines ? more ?

Shizzle my nizzle – it would be come very prophetic, but moony didn’t know what that meant, neither prophetic nor a shizzllng of his shizzle. Life on the research station was returning to normal. Life is a strange word considering that only three personnel where alive. The rest were droids and the fixed auto bot things that kept the place running. Robert the wanker, the head scientist Carol and Moony.

Moony wasn’t attracted to Robert in any way, but he really had the hots for Carol, sure the droid pleasure girls were good, but Carol had that certain illusive, out of reach response that drove Moony mad. A certain something the droids could not replicate, a real in the flesh response.

So infatuated in fact he worried if this fixation would affect his tenure here at the research station. Indeed, whomever decided it should be called “The Science Palace in the Stars” should be blasted. T.S.P.S was so bloom’n hard to say. Robert struggled big time with this anagram as he added a very pronounced lisp to his afflictions, it was excruciating listening to him broadcast his daily reports. The console was waterproof, but shit it took a pounding of spit. Whereas Carol would as well if Moony had his way, spit and a pounding all over the place and often.

So back to work. Moony decided that the best way to pass away the days and nights of this pending 72 hour shift was to dream, not like the classic “Dream of Electric Sheep”, but dream of the real Carol. She was a voluptuous bouncy female creature with an ample bosom, a sweet backside in the tight light grey overall uniform they were all forced to wear and she had a smile that tricked Moony into thinking she really fancied him back. more ?

If you’ve some feedback, I’d love to hear it, share it and hopefully learn from it, while if you have criticism, I’d love to learn from that too .. a huge cheery thanks in advance – alan.