I Think Everyday Is A Story

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    Scary Work Emails

    My friend Rick’s a perpetual worrier. He’d been fretting all week about an email himself and his colleagues had received on Monday afternoon from their Managing Director. Subject: Important announcement Could all members of the creative department please convene in...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 21, 2010

    Sea Monkeys

    When I was nine I longed to own a family of Sea Monkeys. They smiled at me from the back of my Marvel comics, urging me to invite them into my world. But an ocean divided us – the Atlantic. I lived in England and to obtain my pets I would have to cut-out a coupon and send...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 14, 2010

    A tale of two Art Students

    Paul was everything I wanted to be: handsome, creative, cool; when you’re 17 and in your first year of art school, those things matter. We became friends. I remember being struck by his inherent ‘goodness’ he never judged; I found him flawless. I  developed...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 20, 2010

    Clinical Trial On Life After Death - Why Not?

    Near Death Experience (NDE.)  It's a subject that's been discussed, dissected, and ultimately dismissed as hokum by the majority of the scientific community. I can understand the scepticism here: at the age of  twelve I almost drowned and can still acutely recall, the...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    1 Response Nov 10, 2010

    Murder In Celebration

    I have a friend who is an utter idealist. He recently returned from a family holiday to Florida where he visited the town of Celebration. He was bowled over by its celluloid realisation of the American dream – white picket fences et al.  “So what if it’s a...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Dec 3, 2010

    Angel

    I live in London. It’s a brilliant, big and brutal city. Getting to and from work is a daily struggle as stressed, self-interested strangers battle through their commute. But last night, on my journey home I witnessed a scene of unbridled kindness that warmed my heart...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    1 Response Nov 19, 2010

    Fanny V Butt (Sea Monkey Story Part 2)

    I arrived in a small town called Holderness in New Hampshire full of youthful curly headed enthusiasm (sadly, the curls have since abandoned me.) I came from Ireland to work as a Crew Guy in a holiday camp to supplement my Art school fees and experience an American summer. At the...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 15, 2010

    Sound

    When I was eleven the face of terrorism was predominantly pale and freckled. My parents were Irish, a fact that caused the occasional bigot to hurl some abusive verbal my way. Despite this, I loved the Manchester council estate on which I grew up. My older sister was to marry and...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 10, 2010

    A Stark Future

    Rummaging through a box of old papers this morning I came across a synopsis for a play, written while I was part of an ill-fated drama group in 1995: ‘This is the story of a cold and stark unrecognisable future – A virtual world where there are no books or newspapers...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Dec 5, 2010

    The Rise And Fall Of Pillow Face

    The world of A-list celebrity has given rise to a new phenomenon: the ‘Pillow Face.’ So what is meant by this strange new moniker that’s been used to describe ladies of a certain age (and no doubt a few men to) in tinsletown and beyond?   She most often...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 15, 2010

    Dirty Words

    I’d like to share some dirty words with you: heroin, cocaine, crack, hash, tobacco, alcohol; filthy, life ruining words! They leech onto the word they most often turn people into – addict. Love – the word looks beautiful doesn’t it? It has become a shape...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    1 Response Nov 14, 2010

    My Visitor

    It first happened when I was 15. I rarely slept well on a Sunday night, a combination of pre-school anxiety and my fathers snoring. This night it was something else which disturbed my sleep. My door hadn’t opened, nobody had entered my room, but something was there; I felt...
    gerardfsmith gerardfsmith
    41-45, M
    Nov 21, 2010
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