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 →

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Shapeshifter – Flash Fiction

He was stunned. The stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he dreamed about. She’s just a figment of my imagination, he thought to himself, she’s not real, just my dream. I’m just seeing things. She smiled at him and said hello. “You can’t be” he stated in a hushed tone, “you’re... Continue Reading →

Haunted – Flash Fiction

“It’s been 15 years, but I still regret what happened at the lake that night” “I know,” she replied softly, “but it did happen. You can’t change it now; you need to forgive yourself – I’ve forgiven you” “But I killed you!” his voice strained “and you’ve had to live with that on your conscience;... Continue Reading →

Curiosity Killed the Cat

A little exercise in creating tension and mystery. I like to think that I haven't done too badly, but either way, I would love to receive any comments or feedback. Happy reading, SK. No one was home, but she felt the need to tiptoe, moving swiftly and easily around the living room. She had no... Continue Reading →

I am Writer!

I have often heard the phrase, "write what you know" and currently, I know blank white pages, so here is an exaggerated version of someone's attempt to write something. Happy Reading ... I am staring into the abyss that is every writer’s worst nightmare… The blank white page. Whether it’s actual paper or the representation... Continue Reading →

27/365 – In Hospital

  Day 27 - A story very close to my heart, inspired by real life, but edited and exaggerated... I stood over her hospital bed, looking down at her drifting in and out of sleep. This could be her last day on earth; hell it could be mine, I could get hit by a bus... Continue Reading →

22/365 – At Death’s Door

Day 22 - I wrote this surrounded by tissues and tablets, inspired by my own illness. I chose to make it a drabble, so there isn't a lot of description, and like yesterday's piece it's a stream of consciousness. Happy Reading... It’s consuming my entire body. Feel like I won’t make it through the night;... Continue Reading →

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