Jopp’s Folly – Part Two
Sci Fi Story The soft morning light felt like a laser beam on Jopp’s face as it shone through the bedroom window. He groaned as he attempted to pull himself up to a sitting...
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Sci Fi Story The soft morning light felt like a laser beam on Jopp’s face as it shone through the bedroom window. He groaned as he attempted to pull himself up to a sitting...
Contemporary Story W.O.R.S.T F.L.I.G.H.T.: Nope, that’s not an abbreviation, just an emphasis of how bad my worst flight EVER really was. My worst flight occurred when I was leaving Australia after having lived...
Short Story I didn’t have my first panic attack until my plane landed in Heathrow and it sunk in that I no longer had my own permanent home back in New York. The...
He murdered them one by one. Starting with his wife who had been in bed next to him. And then the twin daughters, sleeping in their rooms, with their perfect little blond heads. And...
Sci Fi Short Story High Primarch Wesnos would be on his way, by now. The coward would never show up to the front-lines of his own war, of course – the little mole of a...
A soft, stale pocket of perfectly-conditioned air greeted Nathan’s poorly-shaven face as he leaned on the cold doors of the Brower County Mall, relying entirely on the weight of his body to conjure the...
At this point it was nearly 10pm and although a part of Erica wanted to just go for it, something about going through with it made her hesitate. Yet after reminding herself that she...
Part Two – Hitler’s Reign of Terror By the time my grandfather arrived in Colorado, he had heard about Adolf Hitler for years at this point in the news, and more recently, as a part of...
Serial Story I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...
Short Ghost Stories For lack of anything better to do, he “stepped” back in to his apartment. It took a couple of tries, which involved winding up halfway through a brick wall, standing about...
The below is an edited extract from my novel, Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter. Over the days, she built up courage to walk towards the edge of her tower, taking one slow step...
It hurts when he sits up. Not on a physical level. Not an emotional one, either. It’s a pain from deep down, on a level that doesn’t really exist. Reach to the very bottom...