The Curtain Dances
Short Story I’m sick of the clock ticking. It echoes through the halls at night when it’s dead silent. Peacefulness interrupted by ticks and tocks and struggles for breath from next door. Those...
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Everything Changes
Short Story The school bell rang and Shani was the first out of the door. A carefree and clumsy girl, she careened over the startlingly green hills with her arms outstretched like an...
Bryn’s Tale – Part One
Short Story I was nine when my parents were murdered. We lived in a small cottage in the English woods. My father worked at a hardware store in town and my mother spent her...
Atop the Monolith Lives the Enlightened One
Short Story The legends say atop the monolith lives the enlightened one. All-knowing, he need not leave his temple above the cliffs. We all knew this story before we could swim. I sat on...
Love And Ghosts
Short Story The man in the wheelchair had a face like the cartoon character Fred Flintstone and the feet to match. He sat in the middle of the nursing home hallway, one third...
More Important Than Fog
Short Story I stepped off the porch and into the chill. It was four in the morning. Even the birds and the insects burrowing into the muck knew enough to be asleep. The...
Sarah’s Dad
Short Story Sarah’s earliest memory was the sunlight scattered by the frosted glass of the toilet window. She never knew her Mum and the house was often filled with the rich smell of solvents...
There Is Death In The Clouds
Short Story Noxious wisps of air crept under the study door as Shosanna affixed the gas mask to her face. She collected of all the notes and almanacs and put them into her satchel...
Psycho – Through The Eyes Of The Killer
Short Story As the last few diminishing rays of sun swept over the dusty Syrian village of Saidnaya, two young children, a brother and a sister, played in the dirt, attempting to catch...
The Furnace Room
Short Story I pass by the same tree everyday. An empty field about a mile back from my house surrounds it. I always take the back way so no one sees me leaving for...
What’s Mine is Yours – Part Two
Short Story ‘What am I missing?’ He exclaimed at the sight of his wife talking into their friend’s stomach ‘Is something happening in there?’ ‘Yes,’ answered Martina ‘Your sperm has had an adverse...
Beat – Part Two
Short Story And it did for a brief moment…but then the heartbeat between my ears danced off on its own, a wild gavotte entirely separate from Anna’s. I looked up to her, my heart sagging...
