Short Stories

Made up tales of people, places and things that go bump in the night.

 

Fiction wrting requires an idle mind, a void you can fill with stories. My stories tend to be character driven and the result of an over active imagination.

Though I won’t shy away from anything and have happily wandered into childrens fiction, horror and erotica before now, I can’t write romance fiction for romances’ sake, I’ve tried, but the formula won’t allow a psycopathic heroine or even a moderately neurotic one, so where’s the fun?

Muck and Brass

The sky had turned a nasty shade of grey, a large cloud in the shape of dog peeing up a lamppost spitting on the taxi windows. Not entirely a good omen. Roger was wary of omens ever since his best friend’s cat suffered an unforeseen and untimely end. He was thirteen...

Emma Hardwick

This was intended to be a book, but has been unfinished for an embarrasingly long time. This explains the book-worthy length of the introduction. It is actually based on my grandmothers life story that I always felt was proof, if needed, that truth is stranger than...

Rebecca

“Hello Mrs Popborski, I don’t know if you remember me, but I think we need to talk.” A small silence followed in which Richard Davenport could almost believe he saw her standing with the phone against her cheek, her long fingers trembling and the hint of a smile...

Secret Sunday

She turned, fretful, mindful of the room. That the curtains were closed shutting out the brightness of a sunny afternoon and the faces she knew far too well. Not that they could see. She knew they couldn’t, not through an upstairs window. But still, just in case she...

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