It was chaos. A skillet of boiling tomatoes popped and voicelessly cried out for a stir as the otherwise silent room built into a futher tension. The kitchen bench, now scattered with flour and the shards of broken crockery, began to run slick with olive oil as the punctured tin leaked freely and spread out … Continue reading Stand Off
Tag: short fiction
Morning’s Waiting Part II
The sky was angry.Atop a signal tower somewhere unknown and staring into the abyss of distance, an engineer named Talbot shivered in the frost-touched wind and drew his coat tighter around his shoulders.It was hard to remember the air before it was this broiling knot of rage and static, the coiling sprawl of a horizon … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part II
Morning’s Waiting Part I
‘They always make that noise,’ Talbot shouted above the rumble of the switch-room, his words were muffled in their usual way from the tail of a half-smoked cigarette wedged into the corner of his mouth.Closing the access panel behind him, the engineer loafed down the ladder and looked out into the depths of the jumbled … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part I
Candle Drinking and Other Moments of Plight
It was when I drank from the candle on my dining room table that I realised I was probably going to be the knot tied at the end of my bloodline. Thousands of years of human endeavor encircling the very moment in which I poured hot wax onto my tongue and burnt off a reasonable … Continue reading Candle Drinking and Other Moments of Plight
A Drop of the Sheaf
It’s not on their records. A major brewer, owned by a business, owned by another business, they all have no records of it.A filing cabinet, tucked in behind the dust trap of a forgotten archive holds something resembling a receipt but nothing that mentions where it had come from, what it was sold for. Every … Continue reading A Drop of the Sheaf
Morning Upon the Edges of a Town
I’d been listening to static for the last thirty minutes. The distant stations, that echoed off the flat landscape around my car, crackled and threw their toneless noise across the scrubland, a cacophony of meaningless noise that could only mean one thing, the generator had tripped out again.Not a problem, well not much of a … Continue reading Morning Upon the Edges of a Town
i zoí eínai ómorfi
(Life is Beautiful) Do you remember when we would stand upon the roof in the heat of summer and talk of nonsense plans that we would one day unravel upon the city below? Grand ideas of business and thievery that would drown us in money and give our grandchildren riches that they could never deserve.An … Continue reading i zoí eínai ómorfi
A Man Stood on the Corner of York and Thile
Quick note: This is a horror short A man stood on the corner of York and Thile.Backstreets, dappled by stillness on these quiet nights, are not often are filled with the shapes of strangers. Shapes brought to prominence by the hospital white saturation of a solitary street light.The shadow, a man, cut with streaks of darkness, … Continue reading A Man Stood on the Corner of York and Thile
The Urn That Took on Dust
The Urn That Took On Dust. A short story about loss and dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe. Part of Spookytober scary stories
A short fall…
Quick note: This is a horror short. Sunday. Work on a Sunday was never going to be an enjoyable prospect, but another shouting match with the site foreman if the roof wasn’t ready for tiling tomorrow would have been more unbearable than anything that you could imagine. You’ve felt rushed all day, Mistakes to fix, … Continue reading A short fall…
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