Eventually
Stories & Poems - page 3
- dark 25
- eerie 38
- grounded 135
- intimacy 68
- kith-kin 69
- melancholy 73
- poetry 43
- solitude 126
- speculative 103
- tension 71
- wit 81
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
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.