Be Wary of Wishes – Part Three
Entry 2 I just don’t feel comfortable enough sharing with anyone what Nolan has just told me. The past few days he has been behaving in such a strange manner. I never felt that...
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Entry 2 I just don’t feel comfortable enough sharing with anyone what Nolan has just told me. The past few days he has been behaving in such a strange manner. I never felt that...
“The revolution will not be televised.” Kevin said, “No one ever said anything about it not being broadcast on the radio. Think about it, it’s the perfect medium. No one needs to know who...
Serial Fiction Novel ‘I will not piss on top of the potatoes.’ He smiled ‘I certainly hope so.’ He grinned, chewing on a piece of dried meat. ‘Only the goal matters. Focus on 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...
Alex sat waiting in the front room, what he was waiting for hadn’t been made entirely clear. Kevin had been upstairs all day, but had asked him to be in. At seven thirty, almost...
Serial Fiction Novel It seemed that all he needed was a little smoke to balance his mind and channel its energy. His heart and mind’s eye were guiding him without his social self as...
Short Story The Bat was fully aware that it has just fought its last battle. Its legs were broken and its wings tired. With the little strength it had left, it adjusted its body...
Up until a week ago Erica had figured that all of the exciting times of her youth had been memories, so far detached that she could barely see them as her own. For the...
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...
Colin was standing on a pebbled beach looking out to sea, wearing only a pair of skimpy swimming trunks, his pot belly exposed and sun burnt nose resembling an overcooked cocktail sausage. The warm...