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    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”

    November 17, 2019November 13, 2019 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    November 16, 2019November 12, 2019 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    July 13, 2019July 13, 2019 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    April 27, 2019March 29, 2020 by jameslintonwriting

    The Elephant Ride

    Suki knelt on her forelegs to allow the masters to climb on.  She growled, as her skin stung.  She longed for them to take off the master-seat. … Read more “The Elephant Ride”

    March 31, 2019March 31, 2019 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    September 20, 2018March 31, 2019 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    August 13, 2018 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    April 3, 2018April 10, 2018 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    February 5, 2018September 20, 2018 by jameslintonwriting

    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”

    December 22, 2017December 22, 2017 by jameslintonwriting

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