Category: Original Fiction

Buried (Story Teaser)

There aren’t too many frontiers. If you gaze up you see the stars. That’s one of three scratched off the list. The other is in your head. It is the impenetrable virgin wilderness called consciousness. Which will remain forever chaste.  The heavens do not…

East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt

Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring. Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief. Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner. It was so good that he…

Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea

Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar. I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I…

Jack was always last…

“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?”…

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)

There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The…

The Duchess of York (Very Short Story)

The hill held many things. First there was the soil, then there was the grass, and the grass and the soil was broken in places by a profusion of roots. Roots that led to trees. Beneath one such tree, an oak to be precise,…

Amthlynam (Short Story)

Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s…