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short stories

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: Father McKenzie

‘Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walked from the grave No one was saved.’ Eleanor Rigby (Lennon-McCartney, 1966) “The Mass is ended. Go in peace.” But of course they didn’t. Because they hadn’t been there in the first…

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: A Burnt-Out Case

“Steve, we’ve got a call-out.” “Where to this time?” “Brough Park. Some act of vandalism.” “Ok then, off we go.” The vandalism turned out to be a car. A VW Polo Estate. Or what had once been a VW Polo Estate. It was now a burnt-out hulk.…

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…

HALLOWEEN HORROR: To Scotland!

I first met Kate online in an Internet forum for a book we both loved. She was witty and clearly creative, and while we struck up a friendship almost immediately, eventually I developed more feelings for her. But I’m the sort of dorky guy…

SHORT STORIES: The Good Wine

The girl was young, sixteen. So was the boy. The girl’s name was Eliza. Her hair was a wild mess of brown curls, and she liked bright colors and big earrings and chewing Doublemint gum. The boy was Jimmy. He was a nice boy with greasy blond…

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…

10 Horror Books You Need to Read

This isn't a list of the most popular horror books. This is a list of books that – in my opinion – should be read by every horror fan out there. I will mention some more known ones, a few that aren't quite traditional horror, and a couple…

SHORT STORIES: Afterwards

The rain shears itself across the glass, and he lets out a sigh. Wipes a tear from his cheek and looks at it glisten on the side of his palm. Lets the light bounce off it and into him. He watches as she walks away from the building, off…