Menopausal Moose

Avid writer, terrible reader. Here to better myself as an author. I aim to think outside the cliché’s and dance with the muses. - Working on my critique, sorry if it hurts. My personal opinion is not necessarily right. -Always open to feedback-

Menopausal Moose

Don’t Wake

Menopausal Moose

3 min read

Words whispered just shy of my ear, as though on the edge of my peripherals. A shiver and goosebumps were my reaction, as I turn to find no one in the seat behind me.

Commuting via bus to work. Bleary eyed, my mind justified the experience one of fatigue due to my late night reading. Unable to end on a cliff hanger I had started the next in the series rather then call it a night. Being now Friday...

Stealing One’s Betrothed

Menopausal Moose

2 min read

Aged floorboards groaned, though I took the path of least resistance. For such an old establishment, one could never forgo such protestations, but with familiarity I could minimise them. When lit this narrow corridor seemed much shorter. When not tresspasing, when my heart did not threaten my rib cage with its aggressive beating.

It was not my first choice, but my final which had lead to this des...

Roll On

Menopausal Moose

1 min read

Keka, a dung beetle of little acclaim found the scorching heat and rolling of his pile sorely lacking. For a week more or less, wanderlust began to creep into his simple ganglion.

A possession of a name in itself lent a certain distinction amongst his kin, for the general clicks and clacks of his fellow insects found wanting of sentience.

As he rolled beside another, of which he had named Kekeke...

Alone

Menopausal Moose

1 min read

Alien warmth beats down upon my skin; accompanied by a savage light my eyes strain to comprehend, a farcry from the mute halogen of my childhood. My mind reels at the vast courtyard before me as I shuffle forward into the bright unknown.

Vibrant green grass. Bricks. My bare feet upon cement feeling the harsh comparison against linoluem.

Clipped tweets of a bird unmarred by crackling audio, its bri...

It’s Not Just For Couples

Menopausal Moose

4 min read

“We can discuss this when I return, it’s only for the weekend,” I say in a desperate hushed tone into the mobile phone. I don’t know why I bother leaving a 3 page written ‘what to do’ sheet if he’s not even going to consult it.

“I need to go, I’m pulling up.” Abruptly hanging up on his whining while getting out of the Uber.

They are his kids too I think to myself, trying to lessen the guilt. The e...

Romance

Lady Defford

Menopausal Moose

3 min read

Two days prior Lady Elaine Defford had conversed with Lady Mary Torrington on the odd disappearances of those within their congregation; a farmers boy just out of leading strings the most recent of a series of 6. Without thought they would be a target for such occurrences, their insensitive opinions were spoken without hesitation nor regard for servant proximity. To others of ton this shameless di...

Crime

Life’s Grip

Menopausal Moose

4 min read

She had contracted the vile disease. Unbidden fever’s with blackening limbs heralded her imminent demise. Strewn upon her cot, shivering despite the summers unrelenting heat, she drew shallow breaths; even the draft from the slightly ajar window offered little respite. The young girl of 15 - too young to be a nurse - knew it would not be long; her family, who lay strewn about the room on th...

Profile: Josh Putney

Menopausal Moose

1 min read

Josh Putney, at the age of 17, is the youngest sibling of 5. With little extra curricular interest and generally average grades, it comes at no surprise he is considered indolent by his aloof father, who put’s little expectation on his youngest’s future successes. This opinion however, is not shared by his mother, whose flippant doting is generally regarded to be the reason for his idle behaviours...

Opening Minds And Envelopes

Menopausal Moose

3 min read

Rummaging through another’s private nothings could be considered a sin in and of itself. But little does a teen, lost in the hope of discovering ones Christmas gift: a newly released shining beacon of new age technology harbouring the promise of bestowing envy upon all others, factor propriety into one’s escapades. So to discover, in a box of perfect console proportions pushed flush to the back wa...

Mystery

Amen

Menopausal Moose

1 min read

Mortifying to say the least.

I should have known that Pad Thai had it in for me. 4 days it had sat in my fridge, eyeing me off, taunting me.

But here it is, my stomach with hurricane gforce, awaiting the bishop to beckon us to stand, to sing high praises to our lord.

And did my insides praise the high and mighty, yes… yes it did.

Silence.

I’m right in the middle of the choir, sweating profuse...

Humour