Standing in her underwear, Esme Esmerelda hated how she looked. How time had added on layers and layers of fat. How child after child had turned her… Read more “The Story of Esme Esmerelda”
Author: jameslintonwriting
James is a graduate of English Literature from Newcastle University. Across his life, he’s written silly stories about talking birds and cats, teenage angst-ridden poetry and is currently working on his first novel. When he’s not writing, you’ll find him imagining scenarios that will never happen.
One Final Dance
Albert Wetherby didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know long he’d been there and he didn’t know why his bed was empty. Where was Val? Their… Read more “One Final Dance”
My New Friend
“But mum, I don’t want a big birthday party. You never listen.” My mum crouched down. She looked so tired and her brown hair was going grey.… Read more “My New Friend”
Brotherhood
Ewan Bailey was blinded the minute he stepped out of prison. He shivered, as his eyes adjusted to the Autumn light. There was a sound behind him,… Read more “Brotherhood”
The Dogfight
Checkers chased after the frisbee his Master had just thrown. He caught and returned it to his Master who threw it again. Checkers caught it and held… Read more “The Dogfight”
The Carer
“Simon, I’m going to quit on Friday.” Nick said, running a hand through his wavy hair. “Bro, it’s your third day. You’re going to quit after only… Read more “The Carer”
Mummy, I’m Missing
Mummy, I’m missing, you’re kissing my head, as I roll out of bed, seeing red, fire on my feet, mummy the heat, mummy, I want my mum,… Read more “Mummy, I’m Missing”
