Better Run | Microfiction

They were bones like no others. Every single one was intricately carved with an array of pretty patterns. A mound over here had geometric designs. A mound over there had elaborate flowers and delicate leaves. More still featured tiny human figures bearing guns.

And then there was the jewellery. Bangles. Necklaces. Pendants. Rings. All of it gleamed with an off-white lustre, polished to perfection. Continue reading “Better Run | Microfiction”

I Published a Book!

I published a merry bloody book!

And now that we’ve got Halloween and Bonfire Night out of the way, I’m finally able to flog it. It’s Christmas-themed, y’see. Yes, sensible old me thought it would be a cracking idea to make my first foray into the self-publishing world with a seasonal book that folks will only ever want to buy for around 6 weeks of the year. I mean… you live and learn, right?

Merry Bloody Christmas is a multi-genre short story collection which I originally wrote and posted on this blog last year. I was reasonably chuffed with the stories then, but I knew they weren’t as polished as they could be. Not only that, but they soon got buried as I continued to post new stories and book reviews. So, I pulled them from the site, dusted them off, whipped them into shape, and published them. Continue reading “I Published a Book!”

Tried | Microfiction

“What are you doing?”

“Painting, Mummy. Look. Our house.” He points at the crooked series of shapes and blobs on the page. “And us stood outside.”

“Look at the mess.” Continue reading “Tried | Microfiction”

Restless | Flash Fiction

8 p.m. is creeping near and I’m restless. I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to pace the room and at the same time lounge on my sofa and focus really hard on not moving a muscle.

I put the telly on and flick through the channels. Boring. Boring. Depressing. Too happy. Naff. Repeat. Repeat. Another repeat. It’s all crap. Hundreds of channels and nothing to watch. Continue reading “Restless | Flash Fiction”

Trending | Flash Fiction

There was this trend kicking off all over the internet where people shared videos and photos of drivers doing the dumbest, strangest and most dangerous stuff possible while bombing full-speed down the motorway. Continue reading “Trending | Flash Fiction”

But It’s Only Rock and Roll | Microfiction

“Get your glad rags on. It’s time to rock and roll!”

His eyes lit up when she told him. A good old-fashioned rock and roll night down the karaoke bar – it couldn’t be more up his street. Continue reading “But It’s Only Rock and Roll | Microfiction”

Trick | Microfiction

“Trick or treat!”

Mr Swinton eyes up the pair of children – dressed up in old white sheets and skeleton face masks – and crosses his arms. “I choose trick.”

The kids glance at one another, rolling their eyes behind their masks.

“You kids all expect something for nothing, don’t you? Well, impress me with a trick and maybe you can earn some sweeties.” Continue reading “Trick | Microfiction”

Prepare for Spooks | Microfiction

“Ugh, my hair doesn’t look right. I want it to be bigger, y’know? Messier. It’s all flat and thin and tidy.”

“It looks fine, stop whinging.”

“And my clothes are all wrong. They’re not all ripped and raggedy like yours. And the hollows under my eyes aren’t dark enough. And you can barely see the bullet wound in my chest. This sucks.” Continue reading “Prepare for Spooks | Microfiction”

Packing Up | Microfiction

Hairbrush, makeup, phone charger, laptop and… that’s about it.

I never understand why people think moving house is so hard. Just chuck your stuff in a bag and get a shift on. Easy-peasy. Continue reading “Packing Up | Microfiction”

Dunk | Flash Fiction

It was only when I was stark bollock naked with my wrists tethered to a giant hook that I began to have doubts.

Not that there was any going back. There wasn’t time. Someone gave the go-ahead and I was raised into the air, feet flailing wildly, arms aching, fear setting in. I swayed side to side and back and forth as the crane slid me to the left and dangled me over the top of the vat of liquid skin. Continue reading “Dunk | Flash Fiction”