That Joke isn’t Funny Any More

I realised that I was essentially on my own right about the time that I noticed that you weren’t listening to a word I said. Oh, I don’t mean you were ignoring me, like the way the people do in a waiting room; or even just blanking me as if I were a customer in your shop that required the minimum amount of interaction- a text book Tesco tick card of hellos and helps and goodbyes. No, I mean really and truly not listening.

It was the conversation about the greenhouse, I remember it well. You are forever throwing at me in the heat of an argument that I’m pedantic, or I’m asking too much that people should be that precise in their conversation or in their responses, but in reality I do actually recall every word that is said. It’s more of a curse than a blessing, and one I often try to obliterate through sedative amounts of drinking, although inevitably I find losing the ability more frustrating than having it but not being believed. Oh, I know that there are careless words and times when people say things in the heat of the moment, but people tend to remember what they meant, you know? Rather than what they actually said? They forget the role of the listener in the conversation, and how the filters of their experience and emotions can completely skew the most innocent of remarks; there’s no such things as a flawless conversation.

Which leads me to the joke.

Continue reading

That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore

Hannah seemed to be on a roll. Yet another girl’s night out and she was flying high. Ever since her ridiculous split with Jack just a month before, she had made it her goal in life to make the most of every second of every day. There wasn’t a bar or a club that she hadn’t tried in her mission to get over that jerk. The Blue Angel, Los Cabanos, Heebie Jeebies,etc etc. She had also dined in practically every restaurant in the city that was anything above a MacDonalds, which is a lot of places. Whilst she had been with Jack he had been the best thing since Apple Macs, but what the hey, that’s the way the rolos melt .

Continue reading


(Script Competition Entry) ***TO BE FILMED AUGUST***


A Short Film

EXT.DAY. A park and a bench in some recent time, somewhere forgotten. We see a young HILDA in her 20’s, talking to her husband JIM, also in his 20’s.They are both clearly courting on the bench. Sounds of distant voices also somewhere and HILDA is sometimes distracted by them.


Jim……Jim……Jim…..Jim! Continue reading


(Script Competition Entry)



On screen : Two weeks previous. Monday

MAX (27) dressed in slacks and shirt, is in his office with two women, his personal secretary JANE, (24) short skirt and low cut top and her assistant KAREN, (19) large lady in very tight trousers and buttons which almost burst off her shirt. Continue reading

Take The Air

(Script Competition Entry)


Lots of tourists walk about between the Liver Buildings and
the river taking photos, but the huge space looks bare. A
bedraggled man, HENRY is shambling across the square and
asks people for change. He calls to a suited man, ALEX early
30’s smartly dressed. Carries a briefcase. Walks
quickly, eyes and mind elsewhere. Continue reading

Not Built in a Day

We all know that Rome wasn’t built in a day, however,here at Scribblepool we have a secret weapon, MethodDan!

And he has built Scribblepool in a day. A million thanks Dan

What a fabulous start we are off to thanks in the main to Dan. We now have a permanent framework upon which we can build and explore the magical realms of writing in all of its glory. We will be adding Categories on the way and initially we have;

Poetry              –  Poetry of any form

Flash                 –  Short fiction of around 2,000 words

Challenges      –  We will be issuing Challenges on the forums , entries to be posted here

Happy Scribbling