stories

A low rumble pierced the silence. My eyes sprang open. Tara’s head rested on my shoulder, breathing slowly. I blinked multiple times and feared how long we had been asleep.

An ugly noise turns up in my dreams, and then I'm awake and slapping off my alarm. Seven o' clock. When I look at it again it's almost half past. Must have dozed off for a bit.

A man. Son of an athlete, son of a lover.

I know he can hear me. I want him to come out here. I think he can hear me. I don’t want him to come out here.

A story in 500-word chapters. All is not well in the afterlife.

"That bag weighs a ton, what on earth have you got in it?"

"Knives."

our daily bread

old friend

memories of the old neighbourhood

NEW BOOK WHYDUNNIT KIND OF THING PLEASE READ!

After leaving Meradith's home, Jay and Ben had
ridden Rainbow and Bracken like the wind...

Tom had dreams of his own but couldn't explain his dreams to anyone. He did know that he wanted to be free and to run with the penguins; or even have one of his own.

There’s an old saying somewhere that goes something along the lines of;

“When you’ve done washing the dishes, put them somewhere safe to dry.”

No point in complaining. Won't get you anywhere. All you can do is grit your teeth and get stuck in. Keep your head down, keep your nose clean and don't make waves.

A night out with friends is supposed to be something to look forward to; a chance to lose your inhibitions and a chance to let your hair down and have a bit of fun; an opportunity to get wasted and r

I walk the empty boards as the winter pier shuts down, my heels tapping echoes in the dark like a tired b-movie setup.

Molly.

Many days had been and gone since Tom had entered the world. Sun and raindrops falling into the earth or running collectively, an army on a march.

She applied a little more pressure and dragged the thin piece of glass down toward the back of the knee where the skin would be thinnest...

They parked in a lot downtown near the train station. It stood on the border between the business district and the black north side of Kalamazoo. They crossed the street and entered the depot.