C.S. Wilde challenged me to two sentence story... So here it is and here's the link so you can have a go as well: The lights were getting brighter behind her, but Liv had no where to go except down. Giving a small sigh she moved her feet through the mud at the cliffs edge… Continue reading A challenge!
Category: Short Stories
Tonight
Tonight is the worst night. It is filled with the scent of burning and memories. I hate bonfire night. I shouldn't. I mean every kid loves bonfire night, and I did. But not anymore. I think I was about ten, old enough to stand near the bonfire with my parents in sight distance but not… Continue reading Tonight
The Tracks
Loneliness is an interesting feeling. It hits you in the center of your chest and leaves you standing there feeling as if you have lost something but not knowing what. I suppose I do know what is missing. I suppose.Once, a while back, I walked this part of the line, listening with one ear for the… Continue reading The Tracks
Normalcy
"Pi?" I call out into the sunlight. Normally he is inside waiting for a stroke before he goes to bed. He is a typical cat and hunts in the night, sleeping all day. "Pi!" I scream his name. Still there is no answering meow. He is a very vocal cat. When he was thrown into… Continue reading Normalcy
Tweet, Clang, Crash
I have always wanted to play an instrument. When I was a kid I signed up for playing an instrument. There was a choice; the flute or a brass instrument. But they wanted people who showed some sign of aptitude for music. I was given a time and I went to the interview. It was… Continue reading Tweet, Clang, Crash
Tea and biscuits.
"How long?" Sasha said, hardly believing what the man had said. "Six hours," he said, with a nasal voice that made Sasha want to ask him to speak up. Although at the moment she felt like grabbing his perfect blue uniform and screaming at him that he had to be joking. The man wasn't even… Continue reading Tea and biscuits.
Stick Man
"I love it," I say, standing in front of the sculpture. It dwarfs me, it is huge, maybe six feet, and being only five feet four it appears massive. "I don't like it." I look at my companion. "No?" "No," he says. "It looks... burnt." I screw up my eyes and look at it. True, the… Continue reading Stick Man
Wild hair and crazy eyes
"Are you still working?" I look up and see my lecturer in front of me. "Yes." "It's a Friday night, why don't you go out and have some fun?" As he says this he puts his hands on his hips and does a little jig, all crazy eyes and bouncing hair. I smile indulgently. "I… Continue reading Wild hair and crazy eyes
Through the wardrobe
"So, you just thought you'd go have a look?" "It was in the story," Peter tried to explain. "Yeah, I know," Tracy said, putting a weary hand to her brow. "I read it to you." "Yes," the small boy said. "So you opened the door and it was there. At the back of the wardrobe."… Continue reading Through the wardrobe
Whispers
As a child I would sit still and quiet. In a room of adults I could disappear. They would talk around me and forget. Preferably there would be a chair that would stop them from seeing me. They'd forget and I would hear. The whispers and secrets I collected. I never used them I just… Continue reading Whispers
