Category Archives: Short Stories
A challenge from the creative writing tutor: “Waking up like a Frenchman”
Anthony woke up. His eyes seemed to take a while longer to do the same. As the world phased into view, an unimaginable headache took over all his sensations and faculties. At this point, Anthony regretted those last few glasses … Continue reading →
A Force of Nature
I glance towards the horizon, the sea breeze whipping my hair. The sea mist catches at my clothes, tiny salty droplets, almost invisible until you start to walk and then wonder why your coat is damp. The pebbles crunch underfoot, … Continue reading →
The Lost Tale of Ronald Reagan
Written as part of a ‘dialogue’ exercise at Creative Writing Society! The parts in brackets were removed as part of the exercise, but I’ve put them back in for the purposes of the story here! They don’t really change anything! … Continue reading →
Untitled Fragment
This piece was submitted anonymously, but unfortunately again came without a title (I think that’s a problem with our form which I am going to correct – JB) There was a moment of almost-silence; all that could be heard was … Continue reading →
The Girl with the Little Red Flower
The Girl with the Little Red Flower Mexico City station was big. Its platform pillars were painted by red brushstrokes that shone in the midday sun. There was a ticket booth and almost three restaurants (the third being … Continue reading →
The Man with One Eye
They played cards in the back alleys, a big group of them. Sat on stools and bantered, throwing their cards when things went wrong. He had one eye and no tongue. No one knew what he did in the day and he … Continue reading →
The Death of Simon William Smith
This is the second short story featuring Simon William Smith, which was originally written at Creative Writing Society in December 2012 Upon the death of Simon William Smith, he became a ghost and began to walk the Earth. Slowly. Day … Continue reading →
A Work of Art
This was a piece written last year for my portfolio work, enjoy! She put down her quill and looked at her work. There. It was done. Complete. Finished. She examined the parchment from both angles, leaning both this way and … Continue reading →
Electric Woods (Decline and Fall)
A wee flash fiction. He thinks he fell asleep at 3:15 and awoke again at 3:45 following the horrible sounds in his dream. It’s always the same dream with never more than an hour of sleep. The dream feels like … Continue reading →
A Spanish Cafe
The met at a Spanish café on the tiled river front of Paris. Short story writer, Jack Hare, arrived early and smoked, slyly, slowly, so he could see the ins, and the outs, of his lungs. A shy, modest man, … Continue reading →
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