Thursday, 31 March 2016


                            Image by Oscar Delmar

In the summertime I used to hold buttercups to my skin to see if I liked butter.

Now they've locked me in the yellow room for using the forbidden letter.

I'm yellow from top to bottom. The oxygen I need is thick, yellow and chokes me. Even my sleep is yellow. You might not think it sounds like the worst punishment but yellow is the colour of hell. It slowly slips into your mind, your body when you're not looking.

You become yellow. It becomes you.

Never use to the forbidden letter. Don't even whisper it. They'll know. You'll die.

                                                                         (C) Ally Atherton 2016

100 Words written for the 100 Word Challenge hosted by Tara Roberts over at

Thin Spiral Notebook.

Take a peek and maybe join in. It's fun. And it's a great way of connecting with other writers.
This week you have to write 100 words without using the letter A.

Saturday, 26 March 2016


I once had a bear called Jack.

When I first got him he whispered in my ear that his main purpose in life was to be the keeper of all my secrets. I was dubious at first so I wrote a list so that we both knew where we stood.

1   I shall whisper my secret once and once only. No repeats.

2  You shall never reveal any of my secrets to a third party as long as we both shall live.

3  You are my bear and nobody else's. You are the keeper of my secrets only.

He kept his word but as I got older he grew fatter with all my secrets until one day his stomach came open and my secrets fell out. I did the best I could but it was too late. My secrets were all over the neighbourhood. They developed a life of their own and I couldn't stop them.
                       Jack didn't die but I think he saw a little glimpse of Heaven. He was devastated and has never spoken to me since. Even though I sewed his stomach back together again he is no longer capable of holding my secrets. I whisper them into his ear and they come back out again. I now have nobody to keep my secrets. I have to keep them myself but I am putting on weight and no matter how much I try I can't lose it.

It's the secrets. They are building up inside and are preparing for the big day when my stomach will burst open like Jack's. I'm waiting for it to happen. Jack is too but is too scared to say anything. Maybe I will also catch a little glimpse of Heaven.


                                                         (C) Ally Atherton 2016

289 words written for the Light And Shade Challenge. Check it out and maybe join in the fun.

Saturday, 19 March 2016


                                 A red ticket is all you need for an erotic dream.

I made it to the front of the queue.

'Erotic dream?'


'Add a blue ticket and you can have double the pleasure.'

I handed over my blue ticket.

I couldn't wait to get home and for the day to draw to an end. The anticipation was unbearable. And then I saw her in the queue.

My wife. Head down clutching her red ticket.

What a bitch. Was I not good enough for her anymore?

And was that a green ticket I spotted in her left hand?

Triple pleasure.


                                                                          (C) Ally Atherton 2016

Written for the 100 word challenge over at Thin Spiral Notebook, hosted by Tara Roberts.

Take a look and join in. It's fun. This week's word is 'Dream.'

Tuesday, 15 March 2016


When I had my mid-life crisis I decided to make a stand
the monstrosity that is time itself.

I threw away all my clocks and endeavored to live my life
to the rise and fall of the planets.
My life changed in many amazing ways until the day I got fired from my job,
burned the pot roast
and forgot all about the little orphan that I had hidden in the attic.

I will never forget the look on his tiny face or the pain
in my crotch
when he kicked me where the sun doesn't always shine.


                                                                            (C) Ally Atherton 2016

Written for the 100 Word Challenge hosted by Tara Roberts over at Thin Spiral Notebook.

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Wednesday, 2 March 2016


Many years ago when working as an undertaker I would nail bodies to the inside of their coffins as a precaution in the unlikely event of a zombie apocalypse. It was my duty as a member of the human race. 

But never underestimate the strength of an angry zombie. The banging could be heard for miles and I was the one they came for. You see they were too late. There weren't many of us left. Only me and a few others hiding in our basements. And I am the reason they are hungry. 

I should have used more nails.

                                                                           (C) Ally Atherton 2016

100 Words written for the 100 word challenge over at Thin Spiral Notebook

Hosted by Tara Roberts, this week the prompt is 'Duty'. Pop along, give it a go. It's also a great way to meet other writers.

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Tuesday, 1 March 2016

The Day I Discovered A Time Machine

it was a challenge


my first act was to change the settings


I couldn't find out too much

If I land in a world where I'm six foot under

I'd rather

not know about it

Then I had to do something


the habit I developed


betting on every horse race I could


I want to do something special

and the desire

to get rich beyond my wildest dreams


be what it's all about.


so much I could be doing. So many places

So many people I could be bringing back from the dead.


                                                                           (C) Ally Atherton 2016

100 words written for this week's 100 word challenge hosted by

Tara Roberts over at Thin Spiral Notebook

Try it, it's fun and not as easy as it looks. It's also a great way to meet new writer friends.

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