Why does he take the sideways step? Why does he move, but neither forward nor back? Why does he half fill his lungs, and why does he only half open his mind? He moved in a way that allowed for no progress. He thought in a way that allowed for no change. And he sat... Continue Reading →
Graphic Short Story: The Man in Black
When she told me what had happened, like most, I didn’t know what to say or do. She said he knew what he was doing, she said he was lucid. He was not intoxicated and he was not under the influence of any narcotics. Not that this would have made it right. She also said... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →