Loneliness

The eye is wide open, spots a fat sun smiling. Sweet breeze through the crack in the window, infuses wellness to the morning air. She is gone by now,

In Memory

July 1st is for shouting flags

Benevolence, Georgia

First horror story I've written in a while. Not meant to offend anyone with the content.

Forever Neverland

Philip Peterson thinks he is Peter Pan due to some mental damage, sounds innocent enough, doesn't it? When his wife refuses the role of Tiger Lily, Philip can't let her live.

The Deepening Fog Pt.1

‘I cricked my head and held it to the sky. The clouds were made of branches, crooked and beautiful.’

After Hours - Chapter Two

‘Close your eyes and pick a job.’ She put a pen in his hand. OK, humour her. Just this once. With a deep sigh Max brought the pen down onto the paper, and opened his eyes.

An Immortal

"So I'm an immortal," asked Jason Lambert. "Yes, you are," responded the doctor. "I won't die if I get hit by a bullet." "No." "How about a nuclear explosion?"

Tightrope Walker

‘Everyone knew but would never admit it. The most praise she hoped to receive was the feared look in the housewife’s eyes as she hurries her children indoors.’

The Dissident and the Sun

‘The dissident stands muddied and tired. He walks the uneven path with straightened conviction. The traffic noise sings around him and he settles into his skin.’

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