Noggin’s Nosh – in 300 words
Noggin’s Nosh By N. M. Sirett© NOGGIN’S NOSH Every day little Guy delivered a boxed head to an old woman, just outside Milton Keynes. He didn’t work for any of the biggies: Uber Eats…
Original Stories – Fiction
Noggin’s Nosh By N. M. Sirett© NOGGIN’S NOSH Every day little Guy delivered a boxed head to an old woman, just outside Milton Keynes. He didn’t work for any of the biggies: Uber Eats…
All-Night Stakeout By N. M. Sirett© ALL-NIGHT STAKEOUT I’ve been keeping tabs on the Oswalds with only a family pack of peanuts and three cans of root beer. But there’s plenty of patience in my…
Granted, Love Comes By N. M. Sirett© GRANTED, LOVE COMES Love comes But it is sometimes nothing new. Love comes. It shapes us, smoothing our souls like silk on glass. Love comes. When it is…
The Music Box By N. M. Sirett © THE MUSIC BOX We are organic creatures. Not permanent at all. Our conditions are not stable. The writing’s on the wall. . And still, we take for…
Weird Toe By N. M. Sirett© WEIRD TOE The three-inch toe wriggled before Martha, the shoe-shop assistant, like a quivering bald moustache. A toe for the upper lip. She tried not to look at it.…
Magical Misery By N. M. Sirett© MAGICAL MISERY Beneath my bed there’s a council of depressed magicians. I’m not sure why. I didn’t do it. I just woke up and there they were. When you…
Plain Sight By N. M. Sirett© PLAIN SIGHT The old man bent to peel a loose ear off the shopping-centre floor. Tucking it inside the pocket of his beige slacks. He didn’t suspect me of…
Goddess By N. M. Sirett© GODDESS ‘I worship you!’ said Ethan. Blond curtains like sharp spears across creased-up eyes. The sweet scent of perfumed tea and sunshine on raindrops on his in-breath. She smelled so……
The Thought That Counts By N. M. Sirett© THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS Sure, it was generous, I admit, gifting the circus with the world’s largest elephant. But I wanted to do something big. You might…
Thumbs Down By N. M. Sirett© THUMBS DOWN ‘What I like,’ said Jaynie, ‘is when the first day of the month begins on Mondays.’ She picked a red nail. ‘But last days shouldn’t land on…