The following is a work of fiction. An original story from my fucked-up mind. Jack Richards once heard (he could never remember exactly who it was that told him), that alone is the saddest word in the English Language. Now, Jack would disagree. Loneliness or lonely would be much more accurate. There really is an … More The Masterpiece: Part 1
The following is an original short story, written by myself: Liam Birkner. I hope you like it! “I love the smell of rain.” That was one of the first things she ever said to me. Like some ghostly apparition she’d come up beside me as I stared at the ruined lighthouse, feeling strangely contemplative as … More I Love the Smell of Rain
Somewhere in the trees, birds sing the chorus of their epic song, and squirrels scutter up trees, across branches and through the tall grass that surrounds me. A stream runs gently, quietly a few metres to my right, fed by a reservoir that runs almost dry. The sun is blazing down on the back of … More In Memory Of
Back in October 2017, I entered a very prestigious writing competition, obviously called the Commonwealth Writers Competition. I sent in my absolute favourite short story that I’ve written, and to be honest with you, I set my hopes high. Very high in fact. My head was in the clouds… And it stayed that way pretty much … More Commonwealth Writers Competition 2018 (Pray for the Souls)
Hey everyone! It’s good to be back! It seems that my life has entered a new chapter in the last couple of months I’ve been away, and with that comes a new chapter for Whiskey and words! So let me start off this new chapter with a short story written by my fourteen-year-old … More Trapped
A special thanks to Paul Ormerod for this one! And remember: if you want to send me a prompt or an idea, you can contact me on Facebook! Enjoy! The phone lolls idly on Detective Inspector Stephen Blackmoor’s desk as he sits there, slumped over the wood with his head resting on his down … More Murder in a Haberdasherie Shop – Part 1
The following is a work of fiction. A short story for second place in Saturday’s prompt competition, prompt by Rachel Aspden. DI Brent Spooner sat behind his desk at the London Met Office, staring in disbelief at his computer screen. That call had rattled him. “Ready, boss?” DI Jack Daniels was his partner in the … More A murder mystery. With spoons.
The following is a work of fiction. A short story thanks to third place in Saturday’s prompt competition: Alice Leach. Adam, Derek and Samantha piled into the abandoned house and Derek slammed the door shut behind them. “Fuck, that was close!” Adam said in between rasping breaths. “I know!” Samantha replied, her own chest rising … More Hail, Feline Overlords!
Image source: Google. Neil Richards is just your average guy. Or should I say: he was. Chinese takeaway for tea, Hollyoaks on at six-thirty, bed by ten kind of guy. That was, until today. Neil wakes up to his alarm. It’s 7am. The birds are chirruping and whistling and singing outside his bedroom window, and there’s … More A Text can Kill.
Here’s the blurb for my NEW debut novel: PRIDE! Find the link to download at the end of this post! “She remembered the way he used to wrap his thick arms around her so tightly that she’d felt that nothing could penetrate this armour that had been placed upon her shoulders through his protective … More ‘Pride’ by Liam Birkner, with Ben Goodenough
The following is a work of fiction. An original horror story from my fucked-up mind. Discretion is advised. And if you haven’t read part one yet, you can find it here. Jack Richards stood perfectly still, staring into the empty space where the demons had been. He could feel his heart thud-thudding rhythmically in … More The Masterpiece: Part 2
To be honest with you, whoever reads this, I don’t know what to write. And I think that’s mainly down to how I’ve been feeling. Or rather, the fact that I don’t know how I feel. I know that when I started this blog, I had strong opinions on the monotony of daily working life, … More Honesty