Hiding Place – Flash Fiction

She had walked around the museum for an hour before coming across the collection of Japanese pottery. It was the only thing she had been interested in. she was awed by the intricate design and detail of the vases and urns. The light of the room perfectly reflected in the flecks of gold embedded in... Continue Reading →


Perspective – Flash Fiction

“It’s right there” he pointed enthusiastically “Where?” “There - right there” he was getting frustrated now. How many times could he point and say the word there before she finally realised what he was looking at, what he wanted her to see. She could be so dense sometimes, he thought “By that monument thing on... Continue Reading →

Blatherskite – Flash Fiction

Blatherskite:- N:/ A person who talks at great length without making much sense *** It was like she had no filter whatsoever. Every single thought could not simply be thought; they had to always be verbalised, sent out to the world, weather the world wanted to hear them or not. At first you thought she... Continue Reading →

Change of Plans – Flash Fiction

He held the door open for his wife, but she never made it through. His heart rate quickening, he saw her in a heap, in the middle of the road, passersby beginning to surround her. His insides suddenly felt very solid, very heavy. Reaching her, he collapsed to his knees beside her, begging for some... Continue Reading →

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 →

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