Drifting – flash fiction

This piece is one of the weekly exercises for uni.  I like posting them here because I kill 2 birds with one stone, so to speak – and yes I know that’s a cliche but I can use one if I want. He sits in the doorway, huddled in a dirty blanket.  It is 5 am,...

Timmy’s Escape

Ok, following is a story I’ve written for a flash fiction competition.  The rules are that it has to have some sort of faery activity and it has to be less than 350 words. So here’s my effort. Tim hid under the wharf.  His parents stood above, he could see...

The Heart of An Angel – short story

Helen arrived at work happy: she liked to be among bedpans, stethoscopes, and a full ward of patients – the groaning of the sick and injured buoyed her steps. She updated herself by reading patient charts, but it wasn’t until the fourth one that she found her first...

Short story – Amy

The cellar is dark, the door is locked and the naked girl sits shivering, slender, goose-bumpy arms embracing her knees.  Mundane thoughts push through the fear that he will return and do what?  How did I get here?  How long have I been here she wonders; time has lost...