This is the official Alan Crawford website and I’m responsible for placing these free short stories online. It can also be described as my rants and observations blog. A number of inquisitive people, namely one, asked me how or where do the ideas come from. Thankfully there’s no clear answer. When the trousers, mind or wild weather conditions suit such things, the computer opens, a page appears and so it starts to flow. All designed to promote my rants, observations and free short stories online. Heaps of twisted and even empowering short stories for adults. A blog dripping with goodness.
I’ve managed to resurrect some of the more random posts and rearranged some others. Now of course while each short story may reside in unpleasant situations, each of the tasty morsels including the rants, lists and observations are aimed at a mature audience. Sadly they appear rather immature at times.
Despite warnings and common sense, I may write some more. For example, as I’m now a retired gent, I’ve lot’s of thinking to do and even though I can’t type or spell, I’ve more writing to do. Maybe some reviews, views and reactions to the mountain of material I watch now and in the past. Much of it loved, some endured and some screamed at. The screaming is sometimes quite loud and always well thought out. People have always asked over the years of my tapping, scribbling and stumbling about on tbaoo, mysillywriting and recently on happybelly.au:
- Do you know what you’re doing? – No.
- Do you make any money out of it? – No.
- Does anyone other than you actually read it? – No.
- Will you keep writing and fiddling about with these sites? – Yes
So, I’ll keep going, some ranting, some laughing, indeed a change of theme and the ongoing tinkering will continue. In fact due to some mysterious technical interruptions and skullduggery, I’ve had to relocate the happybelly.au content here (see sidebar) but I’ll try to add to it from time to time.
One of the byproducts from this site, and those before it is Three Short Stories a selection of nonsense formatted into an affordable eBook. Somewhat adult in nature, with gruesome goings on, food safety and some naughty business. Get your copy: Apple Books — Smashwords — Amazon Kindle — Barnes & Noble — Kobo — More of my nonsense at Mastodon
Here’s a sample (The Notebook):
Four people had seen the box, what if one ever managed to get out. Let alone get away. Ralph, the owner of the box didn’t care for such thoughts of escapees. He had a plan to retrieve any poor young girl who’d managed to get out. The outer perimeter he’d dreamed up would stop her. The notebook held all of these options. This was one of the ideas Ralph had mapped out in his notebook. He had many more and Betty was sneaking a peek while Ralph was in the shower. She didn’t know that Ralph was a writer, although she had a suspicion that this wasn’t really fiction he was writing. This bloke was one of the weirdest clients she had. She was warned, but the money was too good to pass up.
Ralph had an old leather bound daily planner that he continually filled with torture and murderous scenarios. He would figure out when and how he could act the latest of these scenarios. In the notebook.
She seemed to remember a few of the methods outlined within. She watched a lot of cable news and she’d also seen many a news documentary on the crime channel. The similarity of these local crimes and the scribbling in this book were all too real.
“Do you like the plot lines Betty ?”
“Is that what they are ?” … she replied with some bravado, hiding the fact she was scared shitless. She’d moved herself closer to the only door in the hotel room. The notebook she left on the desk.
“Yeah … I write screenplays and short stories and these are just some ideas and notes for story lines.” “Gloryville Murders is my latest”.
Ralph had noticed Betty’s maneuvering and realised that he’d better act fast. He couldn’t get to the door first, but he could run pretty damn fast and he’d a chance to catch her before she got to the lift. More …