Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Category: Fiction

  • To The Screenscrapers

    To The Screenscrapers

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    Have Some Decency It’s happening again. The viewing stats for Writing Me Up are soaring, which means the screen scrapers are back. It’s been happening every three or four weeks for the last several months. I’m not entirely sure why they’ve chosen my work, or how the process of stealing my words works, or what…

  • Blank And White

    Blank And White

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    The Unwritten Page there is a blank page staring blankly back at me me and my blank mind Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

  • The Open Curtain

    The Open Curtain

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    Alison loved her new home. She loved it right up until the moment that she looked through a window and saw something she shouldn’t have. Something somebody didn’t want her to see. Something she would regret seeing for the rst of her life.

  • The Darkling Night

    The Darkling Night

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    The Darkling Night In the Darkling of the night What stark terrors might you see? Just the terror of the light? Or the terror you might be? The Darkling. A book of fear. Coming soon.

  • Cheap ebooks For Christmas!

    Cheap ebooks For Christmas!

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    Get your ebook discounts here Dear Reader The nights are getting longer now. The holidays are coming, the goose is getting worried, and offers are heading your way. These ebooks would make ideal Christmas presents for anyone you love, hate, or even those you are indifferent to. If you hurry you can use these coupon…

  • Bad Spot

    Bad Spot

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    Bad Spot A little treat for HalloweenPlease don’t eat before you read Ed felt awful. It was going to be another bad day. He just knew it. He burped, and felt bile rise in his throat. He groaned. Ed Warsop was not having a good life. He’d been feeling bad for a few days now,…

  • The Super Hero

    The Super Hero

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    Protected by the impenetrable shield of self-absorption the dark-haired young boy strode around the garden dispensing justice with his thumb-cocked finger-gun. He paused to mutter warnings to his foes and comfort to his friends before dashing ten yards or so to the other end of the universe to repeat the process. Hands on hips, the…

  • The End Of The Line

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    A short story from my Medium account. Pop over and have a look. The End Of The Line

  • The Big Game Hunter

    The Big Game Hunter

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    It was dress-down Friday. When Colin walked in, she thought of Donald Trump. He was wearing a beige safari shirt and matching combat trousers. His blond hair had fallen to one side, like that combover that the Donald has. It looked like he was wearing a dead pale beaver on his head. This made her…

  • Division Street

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    She was like a balloon that was too pumped up. She even felt tense, her skin too taut when he accidentally touched her as they passed each other in the small kitchen of the small apartment. He could feel himself stiffening and tightening in response. He noticed that he had unconsciously planted his feet, anchoring…

  • Watching The World Go By

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    The cafe window was a large single sheet of glass. It was streaked with smears on the inside and streaked with dirt on the outside. Joe Bowden sat in the chair at the far and of the bar that ran the full length of the window. He always sat there. It was his place. The…