Greyscale – Flash Fiction

Once I noticed this girl watching me, that was it, I saw her everywhere. It seemed kind of endearing at first - like she just happened to be in the same place as me, and was perhaps a little too shy to randomly come up to me. But it quickly became clear that it wasn’t... Continue Reading →


Chainsaw – Flash Fiction

The sound of the chainsaw, of rusty metal grinding upon rusty metal, chilled him to the very core of himself. His skin felt instantly clammy, his knees clattering together as he sat on the small chair of splintered wood. The man wielding the chainsaw stood menacingly before him enjoying the sense of God-like power that... Continue Reading →

Itchy – Flash Fiction

Irritating, burning, itching. Every millimetre of her skin inflamed. Nails not long enough for a satisfactory scratch. Uncomfortable; agitated. Twisting, contorting, trying to reach, clawing at her own body. Breaking through epidermis. Bleeding. Skin falling to the floor. Long strips and small flakes. Freckles and hair follicles being scratched away. Itchy; itching; itched. Tight uncomfortable... Continue Reading →

A Natural End

I sat opposite her, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air between us; like we were strangers unsure of what to talk about. I didn’t feel the need or urge to tell her anything. Everything we’d usually talk about just didn’t seem of importance - we didn’t want to talk anymore. We fiddled with our... Continue Reading →


It was when a button popped off, straining under the pressure of holding his blue shirt closed, that he realised something needed to be done. That shirt was the largest one he could find in the shop when he’d brought it, only a few months ago. The thought of going to a specialist clothes shop,... Continue Reading →

Her Favourite Pastime

She looked rather shy and nervous as she stepped into the café and looked around for a table. She waited patiently in the doorway for a little while and as a group got up to leave, she timidly sat in their now vacant seats. Gently dropping her bag to the floor, she spotted a plastic... Continue Reading →

Trying to get home

“Can anyone spare one pound please?” Silence fell. A small percentage of the passengers on the bus looked up whilst the majority were on their phones, reading books and magazines, or simply pretending not to hear anything. “Please – I’m trying to get home. I just need one pound coin.” A few more people stirred... Continue Reading →

In Hiding

The sound of my heavy breathing filled the air around me; moving my position slightly, the rustle of leaves and twigs added to my ears. Feeling frustrated I tried to be as still, and as silent as possible. In the darkness of the cold December night, they cannot see me; the only thing that could... Continue Reading →

The Girl in the Green Tshirt

The idea for this story came about whilst thinking about break-ups and how people dread running into their exes. I thought it was a decent idea and makes for a really good piece of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it too. SK ... The memory of her haunts me. I always regretted what I... Continue Reading →

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