Posted on May 26th, 2018 by Scotch

My head is spinning. Time lapse? As I regain my senses I find myself staring out of the window in my office. It’s spring. Thoughts cloud my mind, as if I’ve jumped fast forward almost five years*. I feel the urge to pinch myself, but realize that only badly written scripts and books still hold […]

the swimmer, the poser and the scotch

Posted on August 21st, 2013 by Scotch

“He’s not going to make the exam, Essig. You don’t practice enough with him.” I looked at the swimming instructor in disbelief. “What do you mean ‘I don’t practice enough with him’? He gets more practical tips in swimming with his clothes on from me than you could probably think of.” “He needs to practice […]


Posted on March 1st, 2013 by Cookie

Friday morning. It’s quiet at work. I close the door of my office. Sweating, hands shaking I turn around. As I gaze at you, sorrow seeps through me. I know I should hate myself for doing this so many times. Within five steps I’m at my desk, gently putting you on it. As I look […]

Anniversary Idol

Posted on November 15th, 2012 by Scotch

Have mercy. The girl on stage sounds like she’s being skewered on the spot. God. That ad-lib just went straight through my ear drums. I’ve been to a lot of concerts throughout the years, but this one just topped them all. For your information: it topped them all in the way of it being pure […]

First Nightmare – The Beast from the Blackness

Posted on June 21st, 2012 by Scotch

A deafening thunder strike woke Scotch up. Exhausted and confused, he swiftly surveyed his surroundings. He was still in his office. It was dark. His fingers found the keyboard of his laptop and interrupted the screensaver. Once his eyes had gotten used to the bright light, a glance at the screen made his heart skip […]