A chill breeze slides over the back of your neck. The tiny hairs stand shivering to attention. They’re shaking because they’re afraid. Something is happening. You get up from your seat and start to walk around the room. Nothing has changed in here for years. You notice some dust on the clock and for a [...]
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A chill breeze
Posted in Fiction, Short on September 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Ballet
Posted in Fiction, Short on September 10, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Once upon a time there was a little girl called Molly. And Molly wanted to be a ballerina more than anything in the entire world. She had tried begging, she had tried refusing to finish her supper and she had tried having a full-blown tantrum, but none of these had made Aunt Gertrude change her [...]
Heavy
Posted in Fiction, Short on September 3, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
“Look, do you think I could just touch one?”“Touch one?”“Yeah, touch one. Or hold one, or just the bag Davey. I could just hold the bag for a second if your arm starts getting tired. But I’d really rather touch one.”“Well you can’t people might see.”“But I could hold the bag. That would be okay, [...]
Soup
Posted in Fiction, Short on August 20, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Arthur’s brother Clive didn’t eat fruit generally, however I just kinda left melon nearby. Obviously passionate, quintessentially Romanian, somewhat tough, unfortunately verbose, wickedly xenophobic, yet zen, Arthur’s brother Clive didn’t eat fruit.
It’s the night before the night before her wedding
Posted in Fiction, Short on August 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It’s the night before the night before the wedding. She comes home and throws the keys in the basket. Picks up the post off the matt. Flicks distractedly through it and wanders into the kitchen. She opens the fridge, finds some white wine from last night and pours it into a glass from the cupboard. [...]
Voices
Posted in Fiction, Short on August 6, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He sits on a train. He has slightly spikey gelled hair but when he leans forward to read his book you can see he’s beginning to thin on top. He’s reading to distract himself not just from all the people listening to music and jabbering away, he is reading to distract himself from his own [...]
Trapped
Posted in Fiction, Short on July 31, 2007 | 2 Comments »
It’s dark. You can’t see. Your arms and legs move sluggishly because of the weight of the water on them. You almost start thrashing about just to get some freedom but as soon as you start you remind yourself to stop. To be calm. To concentrate on keeping your head above the water. You can [...]
You know the feeling
Posted in Fiction, Short on July 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
You’re sitting there reading this and you know that feeling like there is something on your ankle. Something that feels slightly heavy. Something attached. Like there’s something crawling. Something slimey that’s sliding up and over your ankle bump right now. Something that shouldn’t be there. Something that doesn’t know the difference between your leg and [...]
Shrugger
Posted in Fiction, Short on July 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A man is standing on a platform eating a croissant and drinking a bottle of coke. He looks bored and he doesn’t seem to notice that the flakes of the croissant are falling down his jacket. A woman walks up to him and asks him if this is the right platform for somewhere. He doesn’t [...]
Party
Posted in Fiction, Short on July 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
His moustache drooped unnecessarily into his champagne as he supped and showed his appreciation for the party. He turned away and once he was sure she was no longer in eyesight he spat the champagne into a flower pot. Sadly his moustache went with it and Michael spent a furtive couple of minutes trying to [...]
