Cessation

He stood ankle deep in the shallow liquid and could not see his feet. The liquid was a dark and lifeless grey, and the lake extended further than he could see. He had counted a hundred thousand steps now. He could still see no shore and he could feel no wetness. As he raised each...

Unchanging

I stand still in the midst of my surroundings. Inside I change, but outside I am as unchanging as the things that surround me. What does my difference on the inside mean when, by all accounts, my outside is endless and unchanging? Perhaps the outside shifts and morphs. But it is merely a rearranging of...

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...

Short Story: How You Woke

1.You are not sure how you got here. Someone is telling you that you will be set up for life if you just drive a truck, and its contents, across the city at the end of the day. ‘There’s no way you can get caught, and if you did, it would just be a misdemeanour.’...

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: 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...