Category Archives: Short Stories
The Inescapable Game
Jack could not escape. This was his fate. Giving up now was not an option. The room felt stuffy, enclosing. Trying to break his concentration. Only a small lamp at the side of the room provided any light. It was … Continue reading →
Stationary
It’s past midnight now. The station is deserted; the only sound is the haunting flap of a pigeon’s wings. My train to Manchester cancelled, I’m forced to stay here until the next one. I feel I should text Luke to … Continue reading →
The Ot and the Opeck
The following manuscript was found Tibetan monastery contained within a polished, gold cylinder. I have translated it from Drauteck to English. Conceptually, this was difficult. Drauteck is a planet without days or years. It does not rotate and its orbit … Continue reading →
The Woman (A tale of Simon William Smith)
Tom, Dan, Mel and Francesca – this is the next installment in what is becoming the ‘Simon William Smith Saga’ This is what happens when Simon has a conversation with someone else! Simon William Smith tensed the muscles in his arm … Continue reading →
The Old West (An apocryphal tale of Simon William Smith)
Based on Today’s Creative Writing Facebook Challenge! Simon William Smith stared along the dusty road. In front of him stood a gunslinger, an evil glint in his eye and two polished pistols at his waist. The gunslinger spat and looked Simon … Continue reading →
The Life of Simon William Smith
This is based on (but is a reimagining of) the original tale of Simon William Smith! Simon William Smith lived a life that was predictably ordinary. He was the Junior Under-Secretary at the Department of the Environment, a job which he … Continue reading →
Something Different
(Note: This would hopefully be just the start of something longer, and not just this in its entirety) I had not known what to expect when I saw him, standing there, towards the horizon, looking off into the distance with … Continue reading →
A Scream.
A Scream.[1] 2Oddr had to check through the files of the other accountants; and this job began each morning with a man – whose job it was to deliver the files throughout the thirty three floors – placing a large … Continue reading →
Don’t Be Pitiful.
‘Don’t be pitiful.’ A year before the execution, on May 19th, Benico got up late for work. He was distracted by a hung over Javier and an escaped cat. As a result, he forgot his umbrella and his key. … Continue reading →
This is a Story
Thanks to Harriet L Oakley who sent us this submission! This is a story, and it starts off like any other. A man walks along the pavement with a heavy determined stride; thick leather boots smack onto the icy pavement. … Continue reading →
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