Category Archives: Short stories

Gypsy Rider

To the dead, well it don’t matter much ’bout who’s wrong or right You asked me that question, I didn’t get it right You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains Is my love for you brother, life’s still … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

Undressing, Paradoxically

There was always something exhilarating about entering an empty, perfectly still pool, Edward felt. It was almost indecent, a kind of violation. Yet the last time he’d lowered himself into the military test facility, the clear blue water was slowly … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

Incident at Junction 26

The tiny, off-white login panel glowed like a new moon against a starless night sky, situated as it was dead centre of Jenny’s vast, blackened monitor. She typed in her credentials, hit return, and watched as the cursor span. A … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

What do Spiders Drink?

I don’t have much to offer in the way of surprises, but one thing I do have is my wonderful silver powder. This is no ordinary cosmetic: it’s a glimmering dust, consisting of tiny scales made from pigmented hairs which … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

The Seductive Charm of the International Footballer

Fabiana stretched out in her hammock in the hot, humid June afternoon, and closing her eyes, clasped the lotto ticket firmly to her youthful bosom, then took it to her mouth and briefly kissed it. Sinking back into rough fabric, … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | 1 Comment

Swapping Filth

6:15am. Morning sun floods through the cracks in badly drawn curtains. Groaning, Ed drags himself out of bed, dresses, kisses a snoring Emma goodbye. Downstairs, coffee, chocolate digestives, then outside, bringing his battered council van spluttering to life, driving 3 … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

The Remains of Me

Ten to eleven and I’m on my last half of lager and lime before hitting the road. Team was late (again) with the submission, so muggins here stayed late after work to complete. I’m knackered. And if I’m not careful, … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Leave a comment

Camaro Convertible

For the past 17 months and 6 days, Greg had been living like a zombie. Today he sat, bag-eyed, bleary and oblivious, two-thirds the way across Golden Gate Bridge. As usual, his car was motionless in the morning traffic, a … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Tagged , | 5 Comments

Black

I open my eyes. Everything is black. I blink. Still black. I reach out, tentatively, hoping to discover again her curved, comforting, sleepy and sensual form, ready to cosy up to her, just as I normally do on waking. But … Continue reading

Posted in Short stories | Tagged , , , , , | 6 Comments