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The First Time
She huddled in the lea of the stone angel, hiding from the wind, and she wept.
It had not been how she had imagined, nor the beautiful, peaceful moment they had promised. Not at all. It had been messy and violent and…Continue
A really quick note to say that I have taken the big leap into semi-self publishing and compiled 21 of my best recent tales into a handy pdf which I'm selling as a pay-what-you-want charity fundraiser here:
Any donation will get you an email with a link to the download page, where you can grab some prize winners (Liverpool's WOWFest, 99 Fiction,…Continue
(Note: This was originally written as a horror story competition entry a few years back, but was excluded by the organisers as they felt that it had the potential to disturb and shock some of the readers. It has never seen the light of day before, so if you don't mind being disturbed and shocked, then have at it...)
The old girl looked half dead already. Standing in the darkened room, watching her skinny chest rise and fall, taking an age between breaths, I wondered if it was…Continue
Gwen loved her as soon as she saw her.
More; she was obsessed. Intoxicated.
She wanted to know her name, her story, where she rode in from and where she was headed.
She agonized over how to speak to her, which questions to ask, without sounding foolish and young.
She was Gwen’s first thought on rising, her…Continue