Giving Thanks – Part Three
Serial Fiction Patrick couldn’t be sure how long it had been since he jumped ship. The whiskers on his face had grown long and he felt older somehow. The sadness of his situation...
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Giving Thanks – Part Two
Short Story The warmth of the sun caressed Patrick’s face and he opened his eyes. Through the thatching of the roof, beams of light split the room into segments. For a moment he...
That Thing That Never Happened – Part One
Short Story We sat down and I let her order for me. I told her I could only speak kitchen French, which was a roundabout way of saying I spoke Spanish. She laughed...
Nineteen, Twenties…Voicemail to Mom
Short Story At twenty years old I imagined myself a famous writer who would have to drop out of college as a result of the insane success of my book. I would be...
The Pirates of Diesel Bay – Part Three (The End)
Adventure Story The wind caught the sails and the ship lurched. Cyril scrambled to the railing in order to steady himself. He regained his footing and looked back at their pursuers. Sunlight glinted off...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 3
Serial ‘You can’t better your parents. Even if you are wiser than them. Older people refuse to take feed from youth. It’s almost insulting to them, makes them feel at a loss.’ Paused...
Sleeping In The Shadow Of Morpheous – Part Five
Serial Story I woke up on another couch, in a house. She was there. She shook my chest and made sure I was awake and ready. She led me outside to the garden,...
Amongst Friends
Drama Jennifer stared at the TV screen unable to move. Her mouth hung open and her eyes did not blink. She watched as once more the familiar face was broadcast into every living...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 2
Serial Fiction (I will open a bracket here to invite you in the very distant future of my characters for a short while. Plus, I will provide an orthodox account on certain celestial...
Tied To Shore
Short Story The yacht tilted and dipped, then violently lurched from side to side. It’s sinking and there are no life vests aboard this vessel. The Captain’s angelic wife, darted out from the...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Bottle 1
Serial Fiction It’s me, your humble narrator. Rituals are what keep you sane, believe it or not. Espresso in the morning, drink after work, milk before bed, steak and eggs, black socks, haircut,...
