Category Archives: Creative Writing

Mike Hampton’s short stories, descriptions and emotions on a slippery floor.

God’s new Commandments – you’d better behave!

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God can no longer be found in church because He hangs out on Facebook everyday @TheGoodLordAbove. When His Holy Spirit fills me, I press Like (’cause I enjoy giving back). God is wise, accepting that this is a post-slavery, Black matters, Me Too, Bill Maher era wherein (almost) everyone believes the Earth is round. Consequently, this week, God asked His followers what new Commandments He should create. As God expected, the response was better than the Bible (especially the first part). There have been a few nasty comments by conservatives … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!

Requiem for Love & Sex

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Tonight, I’ll visit Death. For days I’ve sensed the arrival of this juncture but only realised the precise time a few minutes ago. Knew it as I climbed the last flight of stairs, ten steps in all – a countdown i counted… ten, nine… and then so soon- three, two, one- -to where I’m sliding my guilty key into the iron gate’s lock. The rooftop is my special place. I will miss my stony friend. A glitter of stars ensure that I know which way to fall. The wind tugs … Read the full article…

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I call me Bitch but Mom calls me Claire

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A touch of paranoia keeps me safer than logic, she said. Suffocation and bleeding are fine so long as I’ve got the best view. I’ve travelled the longest distance but it wasn’t across the heart but the fall before and thereafter, where the weight of pain is fatter than any goddamn, fleshy fantasy. I’ve done words and drugs like fucking and dying. I know the mirror’s truth even when kissing the daemon’s lies. I’m the ultimate yo-yo girl, spinning in my head again, the fiction and the friction between the … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!

Marshmellow Life

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This will be hard. Are you ready for it?” he asked. “I was born ready,” she said. But her giggle gave her away so he asked, “Do you like marshmallows?” “Oh yeah! I love sweet things,” she said. I want you to imagine a giant one… as big as your garden.” “Gosh,” she giggled. “That’s a BIG fucking marshmallow!” “And it’s going to get bigger ’cause you’re going to visualize walking through it, every single day, on your way to work.” “Golly gosh,” the young thing emphasized. “That’s like trying … Read the full article…

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Creeders

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An early thought for a sci-fi story… They were more than clay and river. Chaos raced in their bones and was subdued. They were the self- appointed in a stormy age of pain and fear. Creation rebelled. Adults sank into victims or sinners. Children bled children. Minds spat disease into begging minds. Violence begot unreason. The earth hurt and the sky cried pestilence. A secret history. A shame made forgotten. Healing desires lies and sacrifice. And that’s how it was. A world that forgot itself. But they were believers, of … Read the full article…

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Thick Feet Social

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She walked in with no shoes which prompted an elderly gentleman at a neighbouring table to state questioningly, “Most women would be lost without a hundred pairs.” “It’s natural this way,” she replied as she held a whiskey in one hand and a 21-chemical cigarette in the other. “You don’t remember me?” he asked with the minimised bruised ego one would expect from a man over sixty-five. And when she never responded, he added, “We had a good conversation about a year ago…and I said that my wife would love … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!