Dexter Quillington

Dexter Quillington spends his days pondering the cosmic absurdity of grocery lists and missing socks. When not contemplating life’s smallest annoyances, he writes books no one asked for from his couch, where he excels in procrastination.

Dexter Quillington

The Brioche Gambit

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The air hung heavy with the scent of anticipation and poorly brewed coffee, a metaphorical miasma mirroring the existential weight of the moment. Professor Augustine Ainsworth, renowned semiotician and self-proclaimed deconstructor of the mundane, adjusted his spectacles and peered across the cluttered desk at his adversary.

"Professor Augustus Pedant," Ainsworth intoned, his voice dripping with...

Action & adventure

Crime, mystery & thriller

Footprints In The Shallows

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The sun hung low, a swollen orange disc bleeding its light across the water. Its rays glinted off the waves, casting thin, golden fingers over the wet sand. I was walking alone on a nearly empty beach, just me, the sea, and the seagulls squawking above. It was one of those afternoons that feel like they’re leading up to something—a movie scene that’s been over-scored, waiting for an epiphany to ju...

Drama

Mystery

The Exceedingly Ordinary Ordeal of Henry and Lillian

Dexter Quillington

5 min read

It began, as these things often do, with two utterly unremarkable individuals finding themselves in an utterly unremarkable room. The room was square, nondescript, and, crucially, devoid of anything remotely worth describing in exhaustive detail. There were no windows, no doors, and no indication as to why, precisely, they were there. This, of course, presented a minor inconvenience for the two of...

Drama

Thriller

The Gaudy Curse of the Nocturnal Rainbow

Dexter Quillington

4 min read

Ah, the nocturnal rainbow—nature’s resplendent folly, a phenomenon as grand as it is capricious, enchanting as it is inconvenient. Some say these arcs of color are the sky’s unbidden flourish, a gaudy bauble splattered over the constellations. Really, who but the stars would _need_ such adornment, their beauty already renowned in all astronomical societies?

Of course, when nightfall rolls in and ...

Science fiction

Fantasy

A Dance Of Absurdity

Dexter Quillington

9 min read

In the quaint and delightfully mundane confines of a small hamlet, nestled awkwardly between the somewhat unimpressive mountain range and a lake of indeterminate depth, there resided a peculiar being by the name of _Gorlog the Terrible._ A moniker steeped in unwarranted gravitas, for Gorlog measured a not-so-intimidating five feet and six inches—a stature that elicited more bemusement than trepida...

Horror

Fantasy

The Ghosts Of Aisle 7

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

Whilst chasing your ghost, I become one myself—

Haunting the aisles of the grocery store,

Inspecting expiration dates like ancient texts,

Sifting through cereal boxes,

A philosopher of processed grains.

The fluorescent lights flicker—an omen?

No, just a budget cut, probably.

My cart squeaks down the linoleum lanes,

A restless soul in search of discounted milk.

I hear the whispers of checkout sca...

Poetry

The Task Unit Chronicles

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

In the land of Horologgia, the people had a peculiar relationship with time. Unlike the rest of the world, they didn’t measure time in minutes, hours, or days. Instead, they divided their lives into _Task Units_—small increments based entirely on how long it took to complete various mundane activities.

For instance, there was the “Boil Unit,” which measured time based on how long it took a kettle...

Drama

Fantasy

A Casual Stroll

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

**“An Ordinary Stroll”**

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the lake, when Bob decided to go for a walk. A walk on the water, naturally. It was Tuesday, after all, and Tuesdays were always good for a bit of fresh air.

He slipped on his old sneakers—nothing fancy, just a pair he’d had for years—and stepped off the dock. His feet made small ripples on the surface ...

Fantasy

The Scars On Our Hearts

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

**Scars of My Hearts**

I left my love at the grocery store,

next to the aisle with half-priced tomatoes.

It wasn’t a grand goodbye, no storm or tears,

just an empty cart with a wheel that squeaked,

and a coupon for a free loaf of bread.

I’ve lived through the small hurts—

like when the internet goes out mid-scroll,

or the coffee spills just before the morning meeting.

The scars don’t show,

but t...

Poetry

The Flour Of Fame

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

In the small town of Pinecreek, there lived a man named George Clancy. George was, by all accounts, an entirely unremarkable person. He worked at the local post office, had an affinity for collecting novelty coffee mugs, and was a loyal patron of the town’s only diner, where he ordered the same thing every day—an egg salad sandwich with no mustard. If you asked anyone about George, they’d say he w...

Thriller

Drama