Look at the sun And wonder if There’s something else Something more. Something more than life back on our planet, Damnit, Because we’re all so small,… Read more “Something More”
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.
King’s Street
“Fuck off. The fuck you doing?” I roared, as I raised my fists. There were four of them around me. Two lads holding onto me, while two… Read more “King’s Street”
Unfinished Business
So, I’m dead. Now what? My name is James Marshall, although everybody calls me Jimmy, I’m 16 and I’ve just died. It’s surreal. I don’t know whether… Read more “Unfinished Business”
The Story of Esme Esmerelda
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”
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”
