*Author’s note*It’s been so long since I’ve written a short story, I’m surprised that I even remembered how. This story was written for a prompt: a found… Read more “The Log Cabin”
Category: Short Stories
Don’t Hold a Torch for me
“You’re not the Statue of Liberty. You don’t have to hold a torch for me.” That’s what Marjorie had told Oliver Sparks after she’d been diagnosed with… Read more “Don’t Hold a Torch for me”
Sixty Years to the Wrong Man
I screamed from my bed. No, it wasn’t my bed. Not even my bedroom. It belonged to this bloody care home I was living in. I glanced… Read more “Sixty Years to the Wrong Man”
The Chain
Jack glanced up at the hoof steps above him, bleated for Helena and Phoebe to stay back. “What is it?” Helena asked. Jack nuzzled into her side,… Read more “The Chain”
The Man in the Mirror
“Kiss me, Mona. One last time.” “We shouldn’t be doing this, Adrian. It’s wrong. It’s not fair to Graham.” “Why does it feel so right?” Graham Whincup… Read more “The Man in the Mirror”
The Men Downstairs
“Help me, nurse,” I clutched my burned throat, “the Men Downstairs are coming.” “We’re coming for you, Lauren.” Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. “You’re a stupid bitch.”… Read more “The Men Downstairs”
Claire
Dennis Spencer held up his knight and hesitated, before placing it down. David sighed and stroked his straggly beard. He picked up his queen and paused. He… Read more “Claire”
The Elephant Ride
Suki knelt on her forelegs to allow the masters to climb on. She moaned, as her skin stung. She longed for them to take off the master-seat. … Read more “The Elephant Ride”
King’s Street
“Fuck off. The fuck you doing?” I roared, as I raised my fists. There were four carers around me. Two lads holding onto me, while two girls… 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”
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