Category: Fiction

• What Will I be When I Grow Up?

    “What will I be when I grow up ?” asked Johnson. “Whatever you want to be, dear”, said Mum. “But I want to know what I’ll be before I grow up”, said Johnson insistently. “How can I know that?” thought Mum. “Let’s just see what happens!”, she thought. “Well, you could be a carpenter”, […]

  Andrew Whalan

  October 1, 2013

  Fiction, Stories

• On Wisdom

  There was a time, I considered myself wise. But the world made me foolish, so I had to learn. And now I realise through life’s travels, That wisdom is rare and precious indeed. I had to give up the idea, That great wisdom comes with age. Often the wisest I’ve met Are much younger than […]

  Andrew Whalan

  September 30, 2013

  Fiction, Poetry

• Pickles Is Dead (A Children’s Imaginary Friend)

  The phone is buzzing. In my state of near-sleep, I don’t know if it is the alarm or a phone call. (Mental note: Change phone alarm tone). I scrabble at the phone on the bedside table and just grab it before it falls. I realise it’s a phone call, press the green phone button, and… […]

  Andrew Whalan

  March 5, 2012

  Fiction, Stories

  Child, Death, Father, Home, Pickle, Star Wars, Yoda

• Casting The Last Stone

  Two figures walk down a street holding hands. It is a cool day, a crystal blue sky and no clouds in the sky and the air is crisp. A light touch of cold signals that winter is coming. Soon snow will blanket everything.   One figure is smaller and holds the others hand tightly. The […]

  Andrew Whalan

  June 14, 2011

  Fiction, Stories