ajm crawford – a little of this, a little of that and more
This tasty website ajm crawford is a load of sheer nonsense that offers short stories, in addition to the rants, lists, observations and silliness found in other. ajm crawford grew from the silliness that was tbaoo.com.
A terribly small number of people, namely one, asked how or where do I get the ideas for my stories. I don’t really know. When my trousers, mind or weather conditions suit I’ll sit at the computer and open a blank page. After adjusting myself, which has become quite an effort of late, the first words out onto the page dictate what follows, the narrative just farts out from there.
Some parts of some stories are based on reasonably true events, the rest emerge from my ludicrous imagination and although I seem to write like one, I’m not a serial killer. The abundance of lists, rants, utter nonsense with a little of this, a little of that and more, is curated by my good-self. Of course if you’ve feedback, I would love to hear it and learn from it. Of course if you’ve criticism I’ll learn from that too.
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Here’s a tiny sample from Bloodbath
Detective Harry Moon had woken from the best slightly drunk, chilled weather sleep he’d had in a long time. He loved it under the covers. The recent high temperatures and humidity made sleep very unpleasant in Hutson. This coastal town bore the brunt of the tropics climate with monsoon like storms in the evening and brilliant sunshine strangling out the humidity.
The continual ringing wet dash from the car to home had resulted in Harry’s apartment stinking like wet grass and stale mould. No matter how he tried, in opening windows and doors he wasn’t home long enough for it to have any effect. Harry did leave one window open last week and that didn’t help. It stank, but this morning he didn’t care he was brimming with that warm beautiful sleep feeling.
He’d even feel a little cuddly if he had someone to cuddle. Harry’s cuddling partner Ruth wasn’t likely to be seeing him today as she could only cuddle when her schedule allowed. It didn’t this week as she was involved in a complicated intellectual copyright case.
Peter had finished his personal ritual.
After this pleasuring of himself in a manner that remained his secret he left the scene. So far he’d managed to avoid leaving any trace of his presence or his pleasure. He was well practiced in this vital component of his release. Peter left the tools and apron he used. He’d left these at each of the scenes. The Police had no DNA or provenance to help them track Peter or his discarded items. They could only hope to identify the victims, piece them together and trace their recent activity and recent contacts. This wouldn’t help either.