#mostdangerouswritingapp

He wore his hair in long braids, thick like rope. As he walked, his hair swung from side to side, like a clock pendulum. I walk behind him mesmerised by the movement. Maybe he is a secret hypnotist, I

Looking at the facts in the cold light of day - the bright sunshine tore through my sunglasses searing my hungover eyes - the undertaking I had agreed to last night seemed foolhardy to say the least.

"And now," he said, pointing the long metal stick at the creature in the cage. "Now, we'll give it a little stimulation." His boney finger pressed down on the small button on the stick,

... "I won't share!" he screamed, sounding just like Mikey, their toddler. He actually stamped his feet. Lisa bit her lips and tried not to laugh, but it burst from her. He stopped and stared

... "It really is bad form, you know, old boy," the professor said, leaning back in his squeaking leather chair. A cigarette dangled from his lips, un-lit of course - smoking was not allowed

... The transformation was not complete, he realised, as she stepped from the booth. She still looked vaguely human - if you could ignore the tentacles, the blue-tinged skin and the three heads. She staggered

... Jess is pacing in the bedroom again. I know she has an essay due, and she - like her father - has left it to the last minute. "I do my best work when under pressure," I used to tell my mother

... Clearing out the loft of my mother's house, I find a box in the attic. It was buried under old sheets and blankets. It is made of wood, and it looks old. It looks clean, and well cared for. I open

... He had a shark's smile. A mouth full of dangerous-looking teeth. I stepped back, and he stepped forward. I could feel his breath on my face as he chuckled. It smelt faintly of rot, off-meat, compost

... I no longer spoke to my sister. She didn't approve of what she called "my alternative lifestyle". We had fallen out at Christmas, three years ago. Another family row to add to the happy holiday

... He opened his eyes to a new world. He hadn't expected the vortex to take him so swiftly and without any ill effects, as far as he could tell, anyway. It happened literally in a blink of an eye. The

... "You are going to...?" I left the end of the sentence hanging in the air, hoping she would tell me. She smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said. "Can I have a drink first?"

... Eventually, he answered the door wearing a tin foil hat. It was quite well made, something he had designed using a pattern, I thought, not just foil wound around his head. I stared at him, unable to

... "Sign here," the man in the dark glasses said. He jabbed at the paper with a cheap plastic pen, the top nibbled by teeth. I took the pen, and my hand shook as I held it over the statement.

... "Let me make it explicit," she said, leaning across the bar. Brian smiled, his face contorted in what I can only describe as full-on letch. "Sounds good to me, darling!" The barkeep

... As a kid, my baby sister would enjoy thinking up ways to terrify me. Sometimes, she would jump out from the shadows, screaming. Other times, she would hide under the bed, and her hand would snake out

... We were expecting another boring presentation from Brenda from the Human Resources department. Billy from accounts had probably said something inappropriate again, which meant we all had to suffer

It's been a while since I wrote something. I've been lacking in something. Nothing like giving the mostdangerouswriting app a spin to churn those words out... The metal dog clunked its way towards me,

(This app doesn’t work for me. So I sat down and gave it another go.) Let me try out this app that supposedly lets you save your stuff after a set amount of time. Of course, I have never gotten to the