GippsGirl

I asked my daughter if I should post this or was it nonsense. She suggested I post it because it’s nonsense 🙂

Bringing a gun into a house changes it
Even when it is not your gun
And not your house

Fingers snatch at your wrist
‘Don’t go in!’
A glimpse of join-the-dots red etches on your brain

You spin
And spin
And don’t recognise the screams…[Read more]

Write on, Girl! Terrific news. Well done.

So pleased for you, Kaz. 🙂

Massive congratulations, Kaz 😁 really well deserved and so glad Ava id finally taking wing in front of a larger audience. Can’t wait to get my signed copy. Champagne and cake all round 🎂🥂

Saw this on FB, but deserves double congratulations. Well done.

Fantastic news @KazG so, so pleased for you.

Wooohooo! Bringing my happy dance onto here because it deserves a dance and it’s lovely to hear good news of such a brilliant degree.

Bloody fantastic news, Kaz! Well done xxx

Wow, Kaz. Brilliant news and really deserved!

Well done, congratulations!

Woohoo! Go you!!

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. You can’t help it, of course. The trick is not letting on to everyone else that you’ve changed it. Keeping everything looking exactly the same, so all the neighbours, passersby, any visitors have no idea what you’ve done.

It’s a specific kind of visitor we have in mind. The kind that bulldozes in mob-han…[Read more]

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. I move from hallway to sitting room. Little Kev is trying to hide behind a chair. Bang! I shoot him through it. This isn’t the house where Kev lives anymore. His mum stands on the stairs, screaming. Screams of shock and denial I suppose. Bang! Screamy house one minute, quiet house the next. I step over her b…[Read more]

Hey, Baz – REALLY good to see you – and yes, it has been too long!

Hello everyone, couldn’t resist. I’ve been away too long.
Hope you enjoy my offering – Wordcount = 196.

Sting

“Bringing a gun into a house changes it.”

I opened the door – wide. The light from the house flooded onto the gravel drive towards the parked Merc. In the passenger seat. A Goon. I saw a glint from his shades when he turned away from…[Read more]

Bringing a gun into the house changes it; that’s the truth. It’s not as if it was much of a gun, just an old Spanish automatic called a Ruby. Piece of junk, but cheap on the street. I never knew my dad to be scared of anything but he was scared now. Really scared.

Before, when he hit my mother, we cowered in a corner of the kitchen, my sis…[Read more]