Last night I hung around the office under the pretence I had work to finish. In all likelihood I do have work to finish, but that wasn’t why I didn’t leave the office until 8pm. Don’t worry, I’ve not become one of those terrible city boys, top button and second chin meeting in a cacophony …
Category Archives: Writing
Broken Record Love Song
Blood on your hands – a flash fiction piece.
He held his full weight against the oak of the door and waited for his breath to return to normal, his bare feet were thumping along with his heartbeat, the run had not been premeditated. By the time he stabilised he could hear them going from room to room, each door giving way with a …
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My Body Is A Cage.
Last month Dazed & Confused ran a competition to write a short story (less than a thousand words) based on a lyric. I wrote and submitted two (neither of which it appears were chosen to be published). This is based on one of my favourite lyrics, from one of my favourite songs by one of …
The reign of the rain – a flash fiction piece.
She watched the pavement slide by when she should have obviously been paying attention to the road. It was gone midnight and the only people out were too pissed to even find their car keys. Rain bounced off of the windshield like cups of water thrown down a marathon runner. The gun lay on the …
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War – a flash fiction piece.
‘But when will you be back’ she asked, clinging to the bannister. ‘I’ll be back when we win’. He kissed her curtly on the forehead as he always had done, shifted the weight of his rucksack from one side to the other and walked out the door. She took a moment to herself before returning …
Murder – a flash fiction piece.
He only came to as a drop of blood slid off the lowest point of the knife and splashed on the linoleum. It had all been a beautiful dream to him and yet when he had kicked that state away he was still there, he was still in it. He didn’t know the body, but …
Trains – a flash fiction piece.
He lifted his knees and rolled through ninety degrees in the chair to let the woman by. Why she insisted on taking the window seat he would never understand. It would be a much better system if everyone sat in the order they were due to depart from the train he concluded to himself. He …
Summer (a short story)
The puddle was higher than he had anticipated when he began wading through it with absolute abandon, in fact it coursed over the leather lining of his boots and through the eyelets to join the natural damp of his feet, he didn’t care, he was offroading to his mind. He watched the preened faces under …
