SHORT STORIES: Full Time

“Evening Lads!” came the guttural roar of Simon’s deep masculine voice. “Alright mate!” said Dave, unburdening him of his crate, and lifting it on top of the other three on the kitchen table. “Ready to finish a respectable third?” “Fuck…

SHORT STORIES: A Portrait

Autumn was creeping in. It was obvious in the rich orange that the city had turned, and the gentle breeze that blew around Harriet’s shoulders as she sat bolt upright on the hard wooden chair. “I wish I’d brought a pillow,” she declared…

SHORT STORIES: The Man On The Moor

The greens, greys, browns and purples of the moor stretched endlessly away. Baby grouse could be seen leaping playfully between heathers with larger birds circling in anticipation. A wind howled relentlessly across the plateau, which would…

SHORT STORIES: Beverley Road

Between A and B were many things. Some charming, some dangerous, some confusing. All dark. He could have taken the bus, but had little cash and wanted the fresh air. it was a risk to walk the mile north to the suburbs, but he was not…

SHORT STORIES: McKenzie

The rain rushed urgently down the windscreen as the officers sat watching the tatty red door. It had rained all afternoon, but had really began to pour after ten, when the sky had darkened even further and opened itself freely onto the…

SHORT STORIES: A Letter To Clarisse

As James left the room, Clarisse spotted a crumpled ball of paper next to the basket and decide to stoop and amend the imprecision of his aim. As she picked up the ball, she saw her distorted name on the sheet, and began to straighten it…

SHORT STORIES: Mirror

Nothing seemed peculiar about the morning it started. The sun had snuck round the fringes of the curtains to illuminate the room, and Dom had woken in his usual stuffy stupor. He dragged himself from under the duvet, and trudged grumpily…

SHORT STORIES: Dressing Up

He lay with his pale face pressing heavily into the coarse texture of the carpet. He had spent the last two hours there, watching the clock hands slowly turn towards evening, trying his hardest to empty his mind. But he knew full well it…

SHORT STORIES: The Wedding Party – Part 2

“Wakey wakey!” sang Holly as she walked across the dark room towards the curtains. Freya followed her in, but stumbled on the empty bottle on the floor. “Goodness me Suze, you’ve made a bit of a mess!” The curtains opening slowly revealed…

SHORT STORIES: The Girl With The Lantern

Regret. Such a futile feeling, yet one so strong. If I hadn’t drunk the final can, then would I be here right now? Lying awake in my sleeping bag at four in the morning, desperate for the toilet, yet so dizzyingly tired and hopelessly lazy.…

SHORT STORIES: Three Summer Vignettes

The grey clouds flew high in the sky, not threatening rain, just offering respite from the sharp beams of light which theatrically burst onto the cobbles to illuminate the villagers. Manual labourers sat laughing in the beer gardens,…

SHORT STORIES: Tides

It was said that they were so deeply in love, that they were about to drown. This is not unusual, in fact it is the nature of love, for two people to drown, and fall into each other’s arms on the ocean floor. The problem is when one such…

SHORT STORIES: A Teenage Love Story

“So, in a show of hands, who hasn’t read the chapter?” Four naively honest hands go up, but I can tell from the nervous glances darting around the room that maybe as few as four have indeed read it. “So could someone who has read it please…