Micro Fictions by Tom Ashton (Prose)

1.
As he gazed out of his window, over the sloping fields of sheer desolation, he conceded that he was the last mortal living. An icy chill preceded the knock at his door. 

2.
He stumbled through the street labyrinth, without the grace of an alley cat but, with the fading sounds of snatching claws, wearing a Cheshire's grin. He should focus on the Black Cat, crossing the path ahead, ready with a handful of bloodied razors.

3.
As I gazed out at my empire; the glittering lights and blinking windows, I heard the metallic click and his ominous drone; ‘Convince me sir, why should the rude, rich or poor, be allowed to continue when good manners cost nothing?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I replied coolly, ‘I didn’t hear you knock.’

'Love Birds' by Tom Ashton (poem - revised)

Love Birds

I notice her at noon
Stumbling across the sand 
A stranger so welcome
In my desolate land

Although I’m hidden high
She’s still noticed me there
She’s screaming and pleading
Oh, I know, it’s not fair

She’s fallen for me now 
Shaky on the slaughter
She weeping, she’s gurgling
A fish out of water

Heroin, heroine
Surrendering her feet
To her love drunk Vulture
She’s beloved as meat

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Re-drafted version of ‘Love Drunk for All’ published in the fifth edition of ‘The Writer’s Quibble’ under my pseudonym 'Jack Sloane' http://writersquibble.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/the-writers-quibble-5.html  

'Stupid' by Tom Ashton (poem)

'Stupid'

“Finish your sentence!” Teacher had yelled, “Have the time in mind!”
Pens had begun falling but I’d still been a page behind

Scribbled faster, gotten desperate, my fingers had begun to tremble
Teacher had said: “The doodles of a chimp” my handwriting could resemble

“Sir, my hands shake, my muscles ache.” Teacher yelled ‘For goodness sake!’

He’d snatched away my paper, ‘A stupid boy you’ll always be!’
And now I’m slating his prediction from University.

Daniel Radcliffe: talentless.
George Orwell: couldn’t write.
And as for Albert Einstein, I’ll bet his IQ was shite.

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This is a further rewrite of 'Dyspraxia is not the end', a poem I wrote in 2012, which was published in 'Dyspraxia News', a publication by the 'Dyspraxia Foundation'.
A previous draft can be found here: http://thattomashton.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/dyspraxia-poem.html?m=1