Category Archives: Short Stories

An hour to go

Precious seconds ebbed away, like the lifeblood from a mortally wounded rifleman. The tension was unbearable; my stomach was beginning to rebel. Corporal Stevenson turned and gave me a sickly grin. “Nice day for it.” Taking no notice of his … Continue reading

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Kicked to Death

The middle-aged punk beside me was talking to nobody in particular, but served to explain what was going on for the benefit of all the rest of us baffled onlookers. “Johnny ‘The Horse’, that is”. Nobody had actually asked the … Continue reading

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The Devil Reincarnate

I can’t remember my first death. It was at least a thousand years ago though – of that I can be sure; vague recollections of Hastings occasionally come to mind, as well as the knowledge that as I took to … Continue reading

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Exultation

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

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

“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?

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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