Category: Fiction
I’ve strayed from writing fiction in recent years, though I still dabble. Here you will find a few longer short stories, but mostly microfiction (which I used to share on Instagram back when Instagram was fun).
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Having Read His Future In The Clouds
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) From this great height it seemed as though the sun would never set. He smiled. Having read his future in the clouds, he could look forward to the eternal sunshine ahead.
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The Broadcast Violence Was Thusly Amplified
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) He was watching the news. Something bad was happening in Syria. She was in the other room getting undressed. She thought about what she had just read on her phone. Something bad was happening in Syria. She used the master control to turn off […]
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An Undergraduate Refilled Their Glasses
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) Neither of them moved or spoke. An undergraduate refilled their glasses. The horn of an unseen car honked succinctly, providing an auditory punctuation that neither of them could muster.
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Short Story: Modifications Politely Declined
My latest short story Modifications Politely Declined has been featured on The Regal Fox. Click here to give it a read. He wouldn’t have noticed her if she hadn’t been smoking a cigarette. That she was doing so while seated directly under a sign that read ‘Thank You For Not Smoking’ made him feel strangely […]
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Heartbreak Dulled His Senses
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) She was sitting on the upper level of the train. He couldn’t see her face from where he was standing but he could see that her hair was auburn colored. It was enough. He was in love. It was easy and pleasurable to imagine […]
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Watching The Trains Come And Go
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) He could go out to the staircase and have a smoke without his boyfriend giving him shit about ‘bad life choices’ and him ‘being smarter than this’. Those moments could instead be spent sitting on the outdoor stairs watching the trains come and go […]
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What You Want Me To Be
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) I cannot be what you want me to be, And so I’ll go alone.
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He Abandoned His Attempts To Blend In
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) He realised quickly that his dark blue jeans and button-down white cotton shirt made it difficult to be apatetic in this club, yet he ceased to be noticed at the very moment he abandoned his attempts to blend in.
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The Burning Intensity In Her Gaze
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) “Any fall from this height would certainly be fatal,” I said with a casualness that her response did not mirror. “So jump,” she whispered just loudly enough for me to hear. She turned toward me and the burning intensity in her gaze told me […]
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One Thousand, Seven Hundred And Ninety Four
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) “The anxiety you’re describing is born from a desire to know the unknowable. You would have precise – and beautiful, for their precision – integers assigned to pointless quantities, such as the passel of cars parked in this garage. It’s not that you want […]