Photo by Drais Pereyra on Pexels.com "I've got a ticket!" Sandra bellowed across the crowded platform. "I hear you," muttered Ben. "Everyone hears you." Damn. Hundreds of people vying for tickets, and Ben desperate to get away, but Sandra gets the ticket. Sandra. Why her? Why not someone deserving? That woman - Ben glanced at … Continue reading Short Story: Reflection
Short Story: Cup of Wine
In vino veritas, isn't that what they say? From wine comes truth. From the drunk comes enlightenment. Bullshit, in my view. Absolute bullshit. What I said last night wasn't truth, wasn't enlightenment. Nothing more than sludge emerged from the drunk slug I'd been. Not as bad as that idiot, Jon, though. Jon the Judas, the … Continue reading Short Story: Cup of Wine
It’s a Story this Week
Salt Lake Blues Pink lakes are down south. There's a red lake on the south-east coast. Here, in the badlands of salty sands and nothing to hold water on the surface, there's only the blue salts. Like a cloud of colour. Insubstantial drifts of colour. Blue, the type of blue that comes with summer skies, … Continue reading It’s a Story this Week
And What is a Story?
In the beginning, it was savage and stern, a blackness of soul. It began like a tree of precocious growth, with rings of power and leaves of glinting copper, with fruit of gems and shafts of light that stabbed the night. The story I conceived was full-term, ready to burst forth, yet not developed enough … Continue reading And What is a Story?
Fiction, short. The Fall Two days ago, I went into the bloody hospital. Hate those places. People go there to die. Doctors who don't look you in the eye, nurses who talk so fast the words don't make sense until they've been gone ten minutes. All those machines, all those things to fill out, all … Continue reading NDE
Dreams of Light
A short story, under 500 words, fiction with a different perspective. From the deepest bowels of the well within the basement, Illustro strove upward. His six legs worked mud and wood fibre into a tunnel to lead him from the darkness of below to the lights from above. More than anything, Illustro wanted to see … Continue reading Dreams of Light
A Wall is not a Heart
A 500-word (ish) short contemporary fiction. Colour king-hit the wall. Blue. Not a soft blue, not eggshell blue, not sky blue. This was a black-hearted pirate blue, deep oceans, hidden secrets blue. “I didn’t want blue.” Dani stared at the scar it created against the undercoat grey. “It’s too dark. We don’t want dark.” Not … Continue reading A Wall is not a Heart
of attraction. Not between people, but toward a purpose, an end point. This is an experiment, so here goes ... Photo by Mitchell Luo on Pexels.com The Door The sign was for a new style of massage, with an image of strong masculine hands shaped to knead muscles. Hands with no callouses, short nails, no … Continue reading The Game
A Day Early
And still a dollar or so short ... But, here's the 500 word max story: Gran’s Last Diary Entry The big storm. That’s when it happened. Lightning and thunder scare the grumpkins outta the dog, and she patters around, panting and whining and fretting. Nobody sleeps. That’s why I was awake, why I saw it. … Continue reading A Day Early
A short story 500-ish words. The old lady ahead of Alec in the bus queue smelled of chocolate and old drawers. She squinted at him. “What?” Alec asked. “Do you want me to tell you where the bus goes?” she said. “No. I know where I’m going.” He was leaving home. Forever. He’d never be … Continue reading Boundaries