He likes the red ones. He hoards them below the stairs, next to the grey tennis balls and the stale custard creams from Christmas. He likes Christmas. So many children he can bribe with his eyes. He likes the children. They used to ride him, before they got too big. He got a treat afterwards,Continue reading “The Red Ones”
Something a little different, written as an exercise, now its own piece of flash fiction. Arachnophobes need not apply.
He pulled himself to his feet in stages, taking breaks to hug his knees and give himself a whispered pep talk. He’d torn his shin and warm liquid pooled in his sock. He couldn’t see the far edge of the cavern, only a few glittering rocks far below. The pounding of the waterfall was likeContinue reading “Worm – Short Story Excerpt”
“Your Eminence, I really think-“ the young man spluttered on the other side of the heavy oak desk. His mop of thick dark curls was in disarray, and his plump face was crimson with his entreaty. Cardinal Claudio Vivaldi thought it lent him the hue of an overripe tomato. “Thankfully, the Lord did not putContinue reading “The Brotherhood – Second excerpt”
His eyes fluttered open to the opening bars of Schubert’s “Ave Maria”. He groaned, turning over in his single bed and scrabbling at the alarm clock on the bedside table with trembling hands. The cold Winter dawn penetrating through the single pane lit on his liver-spotted forearm. He sighed, and the breath rattled in hisContinue reading “The Brotherhood – Opening”
By the time she knew what she was looking at, it had almost slipped away from her. A glimmer of black on black, too small even to reflect a sensor ping. A needle in a haystack five thousand kilometres square. A lost cause. So he had told her. Her hands trembled as she pinched theContinue reading “Sleeping Dogs – Excerpt”