Category: Alex Weir

The Cottage – Part Seven – (Short Story)

The basement was impossible to open from the outside. It was as stealthy an aperture as the access in the kitchen. Presenting itself as nothing but a flat slightly raised patch of wild grass. ‘I just don’t get this place.’ Jim shook his head…

The Cottage – Part Six – (Short Story)

As the week wore on Jim grew comfortable. His initial carelessness returned. He rambled in the woods, feasted on his uncle’s ample supply of venison, and drank much whiskey. Thursday came and Thursday went and there were no consequences. His Yankee pallor disappeared. He…

The Cottage – Part Five – (Short Story)

  Though Hant’s circumspection had proved to be a help round morning. It became a hindrance as noon began to roll on into evening. Jim wanted one thing. Fire. To establish a hearth was to establish a heartbeat. The instinct for flame was as…

The Cottage – Part Four – (Short Story)

“You’d better get used to opening them ears.” An all too familiar voice chirped. Jim started violently. He ashed his jeans with spent tobacco and cursed aloud as hot coffee singed his hand. Clad in a dusty grey-green dress with her torso wrapped in…

Absolute Truths – Two – The Curmudgeoning

1) A bottle of wine is never enough 2) Isms are cancer 3) I am an island 4) Don’t to that 5) Or the other 6) If you run barefoot in the rain with a blonde idiot you’re likely going to have to justify…

The Cottage – Part Three – (Short Story)

  Jim looked at the manila envelope on the coffee table. In large, neat, red letters done up calligraphy style the envelope carried a message, “Read Now. Read Careful. Read again.” He undid the flat diverging fastening pin. And instantly regretted it. There were…

Checkered Shorts

So I just heard some coldplay coming form the TV… So here’s another vaguely amusing list as I drink myself to sleep…. …I dunno if these are still a thing but back in highschool (Mid oughts) I couldn’t help but notice certain patterns. Checkered…