Mangrove Wildlife

An Anthology of Absurd but Short Stories

I have been composing and compiling an anthology of bits of nonsensical prose and drivel over the past few days. Inspired by snippets of sound bite and various nonchalant groupings words overheard and observed, I have written unrelated works of rubbish essentially.

A Well and its Events
Well if one most know. Standing up is Polish and I am bankrupt. That is why I need the time. You see. I was sitting down behind the hill where the sun hits the ground and makes sunflower and eats jazz and listens to biscuits. And then suddenly, like a Sopwith Camel, a superfluity (and myriad) of flying sporks came and coerced me into a well. They circled above until they got bored and went and become occupied with some green tea. I had to jump up and down like a linesman flinging a piece of string, and then pull out my fingernails and use them as a makeshift ladder. But I ran out of fingernails. So I tried to use my arms to reach up and grab the top of the well. Luckily, but hitherto had not realised was that, the well was actually only one meter high in height. And thusly that is why I am writing a trilogy in five parts and thinking of belly dancing grasshoppers.