This story is for people aged 18+ as it is NSFW. If you under 18 please click on the Fiction Friday link in the menu to read some of my other stories. Continue reading
Terry waited for Julie to pass before emerging from the shadows.
“Hello, Michael.” he said coldly.
“Terry! But you… you’re…” Continue reading
That’s what we all thought when we saw the video of the homeless guy tearing out the cop’s throat with his bare teeth. Two point three million views and not one person thought it was real. Sure, the word ‘Zombie’ was jokingly bandied about in quite a few comments, but no-one was insane enough to truly believe it. Anyone who did sure as hell wasn’t wasting time watching videos on YouTube. Continue reading
Infestation: noun — the presence of an unusually large number of insects or animals in a place, typically so as to cause damage or disease.¹
I slam the dictionary closed. The word certainly describes my life at the moment. Infestation. The only question now is what to do about it. I’ve tried traps, but they only catch one at a time, barely making a dent in the population. Continue reading
Favourite short story (1,500 words or less)
While I love to read longer, novel-length, stories, that does not mean that I eschew short one-shots. In fact, sometimes a short story can have more power, emotion and impact than a longer one.
I have many, many short stories on my favourites list, but the ones I love the most are:
- Paying the Price of Justice by Poet Wroet: Harry Potter/NCIS Crossover, 1,083 words
- From the Mouth of Babes by AnUnholyAmountOfPasta: Harry Potter/Outnumbered Crossover, 580 words
- The Way (We Break) by nishizono: Harry Potter, 647 words
- Off Topic by SongoftheDarquePhoenix: Harry Potter, 1,102 words (Trigger Warning: Rape, Sexual Abuse)
- Memory by The Plot Bunny Whisperer: Harry Potter, 887 words
The day before they came was the same as any other. I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring at six a.m.. Grumbling about the unfairness of life, I stumbled blearily into the bathroom where I performed the usual morning functions before showering and dressing for school. Continue reading
The footpath was teeming with commuters, pressed so tightly that Sam was carried along with the crowd. He sighed. This would add at least an hour to his travel time and he was already exhausted. By the time he finally manoeuvred his way out of the crowd, his feet ached and his head throbbed with each step he took.
As he turned back the way he had come, he noticed a large booth he had never seen before. Inside was an average looking woman, dark hair framing her smiling face. She was well-dressed, though not in a ‘flaunting her wealth’ kind of way. In fact, she looked like one of those government flunkies you always see surrounding the politicians on the television.
What really caught Sam’s eye. though, was the posters plastered all over the woman’s booth. ‘Explore the frontier’, the brightly coloured letters proclaimed above pictures of pilgrims and cowboys and wagon trains, ‘Your ancestors did it, Why not you?’. He paused for a moment, undecided. Today’s air was particularly thin and his lungs felt tight and unresponsive. Couple that with his headache, and he wanted nothing more than to go home to his oxygenated apartment, swallow a tablet and relax in a steaming shower. Continue reading
I knew this would happen. Granted I hadn’t expected it to be quite so soon, but I had expected it. And I told them. Repeatedly. I tried to warn them; tried to prepare them for this moment, but they refused to listen; refused to believe. I’m not so crazy now, though, am I?
I’m no longer the strange woman parents warn their children about; no more crossing the street to avoid me now. No. Now it’s “I always knew there was something to your theories, Mrs Kelly”, and “I never believed what they said about you, Mrs Kelly”. Oh no. The shit’s hit the fan and suddenly I’m the bees’ knees; queen of the hill; everyone’s best mate. Continue reading
Opening Sentence:We all went down to the tar-pit, with mats to spread our weight. Synopsis:‘And through the silence comes something immense and leisurely, that sheds the filth of heavens from it’s dusty wings…Whatever it is, it comes for all of … Continue reading
Opening Sentence:Crabs is very neat in everything he does. Synopsis:A landmark in contemporary Australian literature, The Fat Man in History brought early acclaim to Peter Carey for his brilliant and ingenious fiction. These twelve stories introduce visionary landscapes of intense … Continue reading
Genre: Teen Thriller
Comments:I finally got around to reading this. This is a book of short stories. Very creepy short stories. This book was written for teens but adults will enjoy it just as much. I really enjoyed reading this and I got a few chills along the way.