I write short stories. It’s just how my brain works. I like the slap in the face, the jolt, and confusion of few words with high impact. But sometimes, no matter what the start and intentions - a story doesn’t pan out that way. This the first paragraph of a story I started a few… Continue reading The Long Game – Journal
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Burning Demons
Bryson’s sheriff badge glowed in the reflection of the fire that tore through the colonial three storey house. The flames dimmed out the stars as he smiled at the screams coming from within. In the shards of glass that still clung to the frames he could see the red light of the fire truck approaching.… Continue reading Burning Demons
The Bedsit
Sam was pouring a cup of tea when his mobile rang. He left the cup half filled and answered it on the third ring, ‘Hello, Jenny. Where are you?’ The doorbell rang, Sam smiled and hung up the phone. He rushed down the stairs from his bedsit on the third floor. As he walked to… Continue reading The Bedsit
Brimstone
The water from the shower bounced off the open umbrella onto the floor; as Matthew crouched in the bath tub holding it above his head. The lights flickered, sending ripples of light over the drenched white tiles. Sparks flew from the light fitting, causing electricity to arc around the room. ‘I’m not ready!’, Matthew screamed.… Continue reading Brimstone
Kaleidoscope
Suzie sat down in front of the laptop and placed the coffee in front of her, as a barrier between her and the keyboard. Through the window in front of her, sunlight streamed directly into her eyes, so she reached across the table and yanked the cord that lowered the blinds. After turning on her… Continue reading Kaleidoscope
Perchance to Dream
It first happened on the 7:15 to Paddington. I was in a trance due to a severe lack of sleep; caused not by a rock n’ roll lifestyle, but years of engrained insomnia. As the rhythm of the train pulled me along through the city landscape, with the crowds of people and streams of cars,… Continue reading Perchance to Dream
Autumnal Promise
Thomas held on to the handle of the trolley as his mother steered it around the supermarket. Ghouls and skeletons hung from the ceiling and plastic spiders were stuck to the shelves. Their trolley was almost full with the usual groceries, plus packets of brightly coloured sweets and candied fruit. ‘Now?’ he pulled at his… Continue reading Autumnal Promise
BBQ Weather
The smell of cooking meat wafted across the garden, over the neighbour’s fences and into their homes. ‘You just can’t beat a good steak,’ Neil declared as he speared a hunk of meat, that was sizzling on the bbq and transferred it to a plate. Something caught Neil’s eye and he looked up from the… Continue reading BBQ Weather
Dreamscape
From the branch bereft of leaves, the sleeping bag hangs - part sunken in the snow. Through the howling wind, the baying wolves, the empty tent – filled with... In the shadows, a gun shot rings -
Naughty or Nice
Moonlight cast shadows on the wall of the house as Jason crept delicately through the flower bed. A snail crunched under his foot and he quickly lifted it up, out of instinct. He bent down to look at the decimated shell, then stepped to the side and carried on round to the back of the… Continue reading Naughty or Nice
