Failure

The bright midday light made him squint. He walked through the dry and silent forest and couldn’t hear a single leaf rustle. He must be far enough away from anyone by now, he thought. He stopped, closed his eyes and finally let the weight of all that he could not handle bear down on his...

On Monotony And The Normal Man

Why is it that some people can go to work five days a week, have weekends off and a four-week holiday each year and be content, when some of us struggle to keep our panic under control at the thought of continuing this lifestyle until the day we die? It’s not the action of monotonously...

How To Create A Monster

They didn’t just beat her; they tortured her. Those that raised her, if they can even be called parents, looked more like beasts than they did humans. It wasn’t so much their fangs, sharp claws or overly muscled limbs that made them scary; it was their eyes. Eyes like empty black wells. Eyes that when...

Short Story: Why Am I Like This?

“Why do I dislike everyone I first meet? Why does it take me so long to trust somebody, if I ever trust at all? Why am I always looking for someone to betray me? Why I am always worried that I am going to lose the people I love or that they will leave me?...

Lucid

A soft breeze skimmed across the open field and brushed the man’s skin. Mosquitos and other insects took advantage of the isolated man standing alone in the middle of the field. He offered no reaction to the wind or the insects that now occupied much of his exposed skin. He was rigid and staring at...

The Boy and His Dog

The boy loved his dog. His dog’s name was Buddy, but this gave no true insight into the depth of their friendship.Whenever the boy was at school he wished he were with his buddy. He would be lost in his mind thinking about how, if he didn’t have school, he could spend so much more...

The Many Man

The man picks up his knife and opens the box. With little care he empties the contents onto the desk in front of him. He organises the contents, puts a price on them and then takes them out to display in the front room of the shop.The man then, with the slouch of someone who...

Short Story: Abolition

The breeze drifted through the silent night. The woman walked home as it past from behind her and carried on to the oaks that lined both sides of her street. The oaks touched high above, forming a giant tunnel, one which even streetlights found difficult to penetrate. Although the breeze disturbed the woman’s clothing, the...

Short Story: A Mother’s Pain

The nightmares had started to subside. It had been three months and Sam was no longer waking up in the night with the image of his grandmother’s hands around his neck; he no longer had to share a room with his mother, as no fourteen-year-old boy should, and he was also starting to feel himself...

Short Story: The Room

The Room made everyone feel safe. The warmth from the fire swept out and covered us like a thick mink; completely separating us from the winter outside. Occasionally the fire would become too much and someone would crack a window or door, the chill breeze brought a collective sigh of relief and immense gratitude for...