Category Archives: short story

Corona: Part Five #shortstory #instalments

Posted on Jul 7, 2019 by

Janice Scrutt had trouble sleeping. The idea that her marriage was – what? Illegal? Certainly immoral was horrendous. Thinking of what her own mother would say of it, with her pinched Baptist beliefs and small village certainties, she broke out … Continue reading →

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Corona: Part Four

Posted on Jul 4, 2019 by

If you want to catch up on the previous parts, part 1 is here, part 2 here and part 3 here. Janice Scrutt racked her brains to try and think of any sort of coherent explanation for these odd events, … Continue reading →

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Corona #blogbattle #shortstory #horror

Posted on Jun 25, 2019 by

“Well, I’ll be blowed.” Janice stuck her head through the loft hatch. “What is it, Roger?” Roger Scrutt pulled a dusty black leather box out from behind the water tank. “Dad’s old typewriter. I thought Mum said she’d got rid … Continue reading →

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Leaving Home, The Alternate Version #prompt #shortstory

Posted on Jun 20, 2019 by

‘Thank goodness. Home at last.’ Dresden Ontime slumped back in the driver’s seat and clicked his neck. ‘I need a cup of tea, a plate of cheese and a bath.’ ‘Haribo is asleep at last. Is your back up to … Continue reading →

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Narnia With Benefits #writephoto #shortfiction

Posted on Jun 18, 2019 by

‘What is it? Can I take this blindfold off yet?’ ‘Nearly… There!’ Rodney stood back, arms apart in one of his tada! gestures that Jessica found soooo irritating. Jessica blinked, eyes adjusting to the crepuscular light. ‘It’s a tree.’ For … Continue reading →

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Losing The Past #shortstory

Posted on Jun 14, 2019 by

Every morning, at 7.29 exactly John addresses his greatest fear. As the train eases to a halt and prior to the doors sliding open John smells the acidic tang of his own sweat, feels the cold finger that runs down … Continue reading →

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Remaining sanguine #isms #shortfiction

Posted on May 22, 2019 by

You know what’s the worst thing about being a black vampire? People laugh at you when you say you can’t stand the sun. They think you’re a wuss. Drives me nuts and it’s meant I’ve gone undercover, spending my days … Continue reading →

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