Russell Ormsby

Joined July 2021

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Hello, let’s escape to somewhere different.

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Top Story - September 2023
And so it began...Top Story - September 2023
My first attempts at writing consisted of a few mainly short stories whilst I was still at school. I hated writing because the physical effort of pushing pencil or ball point through the surface of a sheet of paper was hardly ever considered an enjoyable exercise by anyone. I mean after all, writing or copying line after line of anything was the kind of chore that even the teachers recognised as good way to punish those who got sentenced to do time in detention when ever a school rule got broken or a teacher got pissed off with something you did.
By Russell Ormsby 21 days ago in Writers
The Three Bears wallow in a dreadlock holiday.
Father bear boomed, "who's been eating my porridge!?!" Mother bear exclaimed, "and someone has been eating my porridge!" Baby bear complained, "someone ate 'all' my porridge! Cor they even licked the bowl?"
By Russell Ormsby about a month ago in Fiction
And it came.
Senior Detective Christine Jules could taste bile in her mouth as she stared at what was left of a tortured corpse laying face down in the long grass.
By Russell Ormsby 12 months ago in Horror
Don't it make you want to scream.
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," "So what are you suggesting? Don't look at me with that pissed off look on your face."
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Fiction
Teaching Lessons.
"What's the problem officer?" I asked as he looked over my licence. "It's about time you retired this heap of junk to the wreckers yard ain't it?"
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Criminal
The sound of dying.
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," the young cadet mentioned just before he took a sip of the hot liquid in his cup.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Fiction
The fight for the hereafter.
I looked around me, "How did I get here? Where exactly is here?" There is a familiarity that takes my mind a few minutes to decipher.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Fiction
The Tanked Engine
Title image...artwork by Henry Blair. Very loosely, based on the children's stories, 'Thomas the tank engine,' and 'Sparky and the talking train.'
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Fiction
Train of the Damned.
Lifting my head from its space, the leathery seat unpeels from my face. Stretching my arms a yawn breaks free. Which ends abruptly as my hands hit the rack above me.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Horror
Hang onto your pride.
As I arise contemplating the parade that passed before my eyes, I pause to ponder, among the wonder, what Pride means to me.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Pride
The fathers in my life.
My life consisted of three fathers. No, not all at once but each had one way or another contributed to the person that I later became.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Humans
Till death does its part...
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Accompanied by the wailing of a mournful widow.
By Russell Ormsby about a year ago in Horror