Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Stories & Poems - page 2
- betrayal 22
- dark-intimate 39
- domestic-noir 35
- drama 140
- fantasy 38
- guilt 9
- horror 84
- humour 71
- identity 28
- loss 42
- melancholy 36
- noir 9
- obsession 5
- paranormal 12
- poetry 37
- post-apocalyptic 5
- redemption 8
- scifi 26
- thriller 77
- transformation 18
- trauma 19
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
The Voicemail
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Fancy Meeting You Here
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
Lies
“Why are you late?”
Before Dinner
‘Tonight will be perfect’, she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table’s centre.
The Long Moment
Lucy trembled…
The Joker
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.