Little bits of my fiction for you to enjoy online. If you like a story, please share it!
My (long) short story Gravewatcher appears in the newly released Tales from The Graveyard from North Bristol Writers. Here’s a sample from the opening. Carina watched from the cemetery gate. Her new arrival tried to shove the gardener’s shoulder, passed straight through, and stumbled to his knees. Those who died | Read more…
The front door towered over me, a solid slab of studded oak. No one needed a door that big. It was a way to mess with the minds of people stood on the threshold. So too the braided rope which hung beside it and mysteriously disappeared into a hole in | Read more…
Samael weighed the bag of coins in his hand. Even if it were all gold it would be insulting and it clinked like silver. He set the leather pouch on the worn, sticky tavern table and slid it back towards the man sat opposite him. “You’ve got the wrong man,” | Read more…
“Mummy, I picked some berries.” She kept her eyes glued to her phone screen as she tapped out a message. “That’s nice. Make sure you share them with your sister.” “Okay.” When she found them later, their lips and fingers stained deep purple, eyes glazed, she would think, what message? | Read more…
“I can’t die.” Even before I say it I know you’ll never believe me, but it’s true. “I can prove it.” I turn the knife over in my hand and watch your eyes slant towards the door behind me. You know you can’t get past me, which is why you | Read more…
Alice tried to remember who had given her the key. The memory seemed to dance out of reach. Strangely she could remember the rest of the day, but not that one moment. Someone had given it to her for a reason; that much seemed clear. The heavy iron key sat | Read more…
Between the pale green, silver-spined fronds, round stems probe the air with tiny explorers at their tips. It’s pointless. The plant sits on top of a filing cabinet in an executive office on the fifth floor of a concrete box, yet it dangles its babies over the carpet in a | Read more…
The man’s head protruded from the gutter and remained there, quietly taking in the world. The missing grill allowed him to pop up, but no further than his neck. What a strange perspective to be at eye level with passing cars wheels, ear level with the slap of shoes on | Read more…
Over on The Great Escape we tried an experiment on National Flash Fiction Day. We happened to be at Cardiff Comic Expo on the day, so I asked the guests there to challenge me to write them a story. I got several different prompts which inspired some weird and wacky | Read more…
Judd Henderson took his normal morning walk at eleven o’clock. He liked the spring. The scent of cut grass, all but forgotten over the winter, heralded the arrival of warmer weather. The park to the left of his usual route had grown wild with tall grass and a smattering of | Read more…