Category: Writings

Haley Alone

The knife hit bone and Haley pushed it through into the soft cranial tissue. Red flowed around her hand, then grey, and then finally, black. She pulled back…

Lies

“Why are you late?” she asked through gritted teeth, wincing and relaxing again. Such a simple question. Why was I late? Did it even matter? I was here…

Before Dinner

‘Tonight will be perfect’, she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table’s centre. I will be perfect. She moved gracefully in her…

The Joker

“Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.” No one could tell a joke like Billy. His favourite were ‘dad-jokes’. I always thought he’d be a…