'Five Oclock Shadow' |
Five O'clock Shadow by Sarah MacDiarmidHe better have a shave. He hasn't seen her in a while and he's grown thiskinda patchy stubble effect on his face. He knows she'll notice it. She'lltake the piss ...
Posted by sarah... wasted state on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 04:03:00 PST |
'I Think He'd Be Called Andy'... new story |
I Think He'd Be Called Andy by Sarah MacDiarmidTheres a guy over there drawing. I walk round the back of him and try and get a glance his sketch. I can't really see and I don't want to make it obvious...
Posted by sarah... wasted state on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 04:53:00 PST |
old poem |
Sit with me here,Until the afternoon becomes the evening.Ill let you play the tunes.The cds not in the case. No, its in the pile over there.Choose your favourite line,Sing it out loud.Then tell me the...
Posted by sarah... wasted state on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 03:48:00 PST |
Untitled... as yet |
His second cup of coffee and he's looking around at the stuck-up law students, the lonely old lady reading the free paper and that guy who always sits at the same table and invariably tries to strike ...
Posted by sarah... wasted state on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 01:16:00 PST |
'Ephitaph'... one of my wee stories |
Epitaph
11am. He's late for work. Again. Fuck it. The bottle from the night before is still beside him. He walks past it on his way to the bathroom, pretending not to notice it.
It's only been two...
Posted by sarah... wasted state on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 12:44:00 PST |
