50 Word Stories: Of Sneers and Smiles

When did our dreams wash away with the tide, hopes and aspirations, marvels and imaginations, fade into an obscure world of grey smoke and sneers? If they ever did at all, that is. I prefer to believe them temporarily suspended waiting for the smilers to wake and set them free.


When did we lose what we’d already lost

Days and nights blending to one seamless malaise

How did the fabric rip when stitched so tight

Melancholy raindrops playing our song

Did the sun drop from the sky

To mire in subterranean depths

Or was it me that slipped between the cracks

When least I expected it; there was no crash

I’m pulling up trees whilst thinking them weeds

Seeds of an unseen God set to fester

Just losing my mind without knowing why

But I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready

Or stuck on repeat as the moon gently shimmers

Seeking to reassure, massage the mind

Sunless, the world’s turned sunless

Good job I’m built for the night

City Nights

Streetlights make tangerine marshmallows of the drifting clouds, everything’s unusual, everything’s not right. A rat skitters by and doffs his cap. I don’t think it odd, but do think a deerstalker would suit it better. Is this madness, or just city life? I no longer know. The concrete twists beneath my feet, ragged hedgerows spewing forth birds of litter. A girl with wheeled feet flies off in the opposite direction towed by an ugly dog in a Broncos jacket. It’s time to go home. But, I can’t remember which house is mine, they all look the same. Never mind, I’ll choose the one with the best curtains and go in. What’s the worst that could happen?

One As Two

In the darkest shade of the widest tree

Sat a fair girl, her smile, and me

Hiding from all of the cruel in the world

Watching forever its fingers unfurled

Grasping as smogs its pollutants so dark

Invading our world within secret park

Stealing our futures, our hopes and our dreams

As never does life end up as it seems

That time was so distant a memory gone

Of life when not everything had been so wrong

And though we still meet beneath shaded tree

I can’t help but think that the smogs got to me

For though I don’t feel any older than then

The clouds have us wrapped in our special den

The lines on our faces all hidden from view

Yet still the day’s best when us ones are two



Silent killer,

The word that nips and chafes,

Bullies and cajoles.

To be blessed with a mouth

Spouting trash

And believing it.

Wouldn’t it be divine to be so self-assured.

In this world,

This bizarre time that rewards the loudest,

The talentless, 

The foul-mouthed few

There is no space for the uncertain.

Better to be a confident idiot

Than a quiet thinker.

Perhaps compromise is the order of the day?


No, I scream!

Do not pander to the lowest common denominator,

Those who epitomise all that is wrong with the world:

The reality celebrities;

The slothenly,

The violent on film.

Better to build,

Apply yourself 

And let others do the talking.

Never give up 

And never say die.

Because someday, somehow,

Someone might just put the confidence into you.

And then,

My shy friends,

You’ll shine.

No Help Required

Defensive, offensive

She spat out the words

No aid required

As if I’d not heard

Rejected, dejected

I’d just tried to help

No doormat was I

No useless young whelp

Imploring, ignoring

Whilst she on her knees

Why are folk so crazy

What mad worlds are these

Depleted, defeated

I just walked away

That nasty old lady

Got no help that day

Uneasy, so queasy

It all made me feel

When someone needs help

Why must they conceal