Category Archives: Short Stories

Exultation

Posted on 01/05/2017 by

Three eyesore apartment blocks. One laundromat, ironically the filthiest establishment in town. A garage with an overworked mechanic. An underutilized library, with no books published after 1975. Two greasy diners, on either edge of the dustbowl – rumour has it … Continue reading →

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Someone had to be first

Posted on 24/04/2017 by

How many days has it been since last I caught a fish? Long enough that I’m giving serious consideration to eating my own hair. Before I resort to that, there are a number of other…unsavoury options. Why has it come … Continue reading →

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His Mother’s Killer

Posted on 10/04/2017 by

“Let’s go through this one more time, just to make sure we’re clear”. With closed eyes, a downcast expression, and a palm pressed against her forehead, Officer Winterburn was a picture of muted exasperation. The man to whom she made … Continue reading →

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What must he look like to them?

Posted on 04/04/2017 by

Gazing around the table at those present was most informative. To Tsuchinoko, they were like a weird, jumbled-up family, or perhaps an unimpressive circus troupe. He smiled as he idly wondered what their performing roles would be. Commandant Nora…she’d be … Continue reading →

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Otherwise Occupied

Posted on 20/03/2017 by

Yuppies, maybe? Wealthy types, anyway. Definitely bourgeois. That’s one thing that’s an absolute certainty. They might be a family; working dad, in his 40’s or 50’s, away a lot of the time because his job makes a lot of demands … Continue reading →

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Raging Against the Dying of the Light

Posted on 13/03/2017 by

With just seven days left of his life, Frederick Grainger was an unremarkable man. He had spent much of his thirty years up to that point unemployed, sleeping on the sofas of friends, getting into bar fights, struggling with depression, … Continue reading →

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Don’t Ever Dream, Dennis

Posted on 26/02/2017 by

Was Dennis excited? You bet your sweet ass he was. He had never been to see his beloved Barcelona play, and by chance had finally been given the opportunity to do so; mere days before they took on AC Milan … Continue reading →

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