Category Short Stories

Decaying Idea

Funeral
The eulogies were beautiful. Weeping and barely controlled mourners outlined a saintly life, the sort which only ever really existed post-mortem and whose loss devastated individuals and diminished all else. Tyrone struggled to look on passively. This day belonged to…

I Wrote

I was not alive until I wrote my own birth to start writing death I was not yet dead until the pen left the page and I found silence If nature made me then I will remake nature and claim…

Eli of the Woods

Grizzly Bear - Eli of the Woods Short Story
Eli scratched his nose, wincing at the half forgotten pain it awoke. Of course, the bear had broken his nose the night before. The ending highlight of a bad evening, only scattered images of which he could recall. There had…

Technical Error

Donald Trump without his wig and fake tan
Sergei shook his head, trying to rattle out the incessant thud of the Techno soundtrack that was, for no good reason, blasting out to shake the foundations of the warehouse. It didn’t work. The building was full to capacity now,…

Platform 323 (Part Five)

Platform 323 - Space Picture - Use and Modification Licensed
This is, possibly, part on of an ongoing serialisation derived from something I’ve already written. The plan is to put a new part up every Tuesday so feel free to like it, or follow the blog, if you want to…

Platform 323 (Part Four)

Platform 323 - Space Picture - Use and Modification Licensed
This is, possibly, part on of an ongoing serialisation derived from something I’ve already written. The plan is to put a new part up every Tuesday so feel free to like it, or follow the blog, if you want to…

Parade of Hate

Riot Police
Sean dodged the flag as it’s owner swung it in another swirling circle, narrowly escaping a clout from the pole it was attached to. A brief glimpse of the bearer’s grinning face flashed through the blur of colour. The drink…

Platform 323 (Part Three)

Platform 323 - Space Picture - Use and Modification Licensed
This is, possibly, part on of an ongoing serialisation derived from something I’ve already written. The plan is to put a new part up every Tuesday so feel free to like it, or follow the blog, if you want to…

Dead Man Dying

It was dark and it was cold and it was a cemetery. Kay shook as he squinted into the night, looking for tell tale signs as to the quickest way to get out. No matter how many of these places…

The Digger

No Cure for Shell Shock Cover
They can bury me, beneath ten, a hundred, a thousand corpses. I won’t care. Suffocate me with the dead, fix me in place with carrion for a casket. It means nothing. When morning comes, and it will, I’ll rise again.…