Ben Hudson

"I tried to put it out of my mind, but I remained haunted by the tragic melody of the event all evening."

"There she stood, an old flame that I had imagined extinguished once again began to burn within me, and I absentmindedly thanked the handrail for supporting me."

"They had set out, in some way, to prove that time didn't exist, but it did, and its slow advance was harrowing."

"What if it was meant to be? What if at the end of the summer ten years ago they had made their greatest mistake? Was it too late?"

"Nick slumped in his chair, realising that the story may end up being longer than he had anticipated."

"He felt stale, and was beginning to fill with a frenetic energy which would soon draw him out of the flat. "

"Silence, ease, rest, escape. Escape. With each dive, escape."

"He steadied himself from his dizzying fall into unconsciousness, propped himself up on his elbows and opened his eyes."

A night out turns tricky in this latest short story from Ben Hudson.

Get annoyed when someone doesn't do their kitchen chores? This short story is for you.

“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?”…

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…

Why on earth had he done it? Although there had been greater mistakes in his 28 years, he could think of not one which had been so painfully obvious. A single impulse; a pathetic desire for escape, but one which could have been so easily…

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…

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…

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…

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…

October The water was cold. It was always cold. It hadn't been warm for months. I ran the scourer over the pans, my hands tingling with icy reluctance, and gazed vacantly out across the alley. The tabby sat watchfully on the fence…

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…

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…