fiction

  • Happy Christmas!

    Happy Christmas!

    I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus. I did. Well, not Santa, but some fat bearded dude, who wasn’t my dad. I closed my eyes, thinking I was dreaming. When I reopened them, the man was still there and so was mummy and they were…doing…adult stuff which I was sure I wasn’t supposed to see so

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  • Murder she wrote

    Murder she wrote

    My husband and I were an intellectual pair. We were together because we didn’t interfere with the other’s work and we had a handsome companion on our hand for social events people in our position were required to frequent. The only thing I asked of him was fidelity and the only thing he asked of

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  • Smile and wave

    Smile and wave

    “This is your fault!” “What did I do?” I rolled my eyes as she smiled apologetically. Feeling sorry for me for the slump my writing was in, she had spoken the most intelligent words ever to have come out of her mouth, “Let’s do something adventurous. Even if it doesn’t work out, at least it’ll

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  • Volume 1 of Finish the story collaboration had been super fun and volume 2, with new prompts and new stories, is hopefully going to prevent me from going into hibernation after the adrenaline ride that is the AtoZ.

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  • Three old women

    Anjali sat on one of the chairs, shaking with age. She kept her cane to one side and looked at her watch. As the minute hand crossed 12, two more women, as old, perhaps older – no one really knew because no one was keeping count – sat on the remaining chairs, kept in readiness

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  • The coffee is getting cold

    “Hey…psst…hey, where do you think they are? They are never this late. I was told they love us.”

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  • Vol. 1 Issue #8: Night and day

    Fire and pain. Screams. Did they belong to the people she had killed? Or did they belong to her? Where did she end and they begin? Was Abhor a part, perpetrator or god of this living hell?

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