Short Stories

The title says it all. A place where I can put all those little pieces of inspiration.

You've Got A Heart!

He couldn't talk, but - oh man! - he was clever, intelligent. Maybe even telepathic. The rain was coming down in sheets, the wipers swiping across...

I Hope You Remember Me.

"I hope you remember me?" He wrote! Of course I remember that nice boy with his southern drawl who writes some interesting stuff and tries to survive...

The Komsomol - Part One

The ladder creaked and little clouds of dust followed behind the boy as he climbed down through the trap. "What are you doing up there, Sacha?" He...

The Komsomol - Part Two

They set off together, the two of them. Pavel was the oldest person there, apart from the camp director. At twenty-eight it was his final year...