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Short Story: Echoes
Graffiti covered concrete walls beneath the thrumming motorway and a sky the colour of a decayed mushroom; Jules strides through the cavernous space with hands deep in pockets and hood pulled forward....
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Short Story: Threat Neutralisation
If there’s one thing guaranteed to unite a bunch of fractious siblings, it’s a common enemy. You can see it in warring sisters who will round together in anyone who dares join in. You can see it in...
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Short Story: Regrouping
We regrouped at a distinctly grotty pub just across the road from the flats to take stock. Boris reluctantly got a round of drinks in while I grabbed a semi-private table in the corner furthest from...
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Short Story: Slumbering Knowledge
Shelf upon shelf of books lay slumbering in the candle-lit evening, as if daring the lambent illumination to disturb them. Harald moved between them, tidying up after departed students and pausing...
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Short Story: What Are The Odds Of That?
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Where we rely on that reaction, we find that incredibly useful. Cars move, electricity is generated, and our lives are enriched. The same is...
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Short Story: The Watcher
They parted at the junction, a swift kiss and resolutely squared shoulders as they went their ways. He went left; she went straight on from where they had been. The traffic on the road was sparse...
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Short Story: The Migration
I wish I were alone in my head right now. There’s a stray thought scratching around somewhere behind my temples that I know isn’t mine. It’s sneaky, and won’t tell me what it is, or where it came from....
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Short Story: Seeking Pretty Things
The clatter of wheels on cobbles filled the air as Fenton and Gillie left the alley. A broad thoroughfare lay before them, thronged with horse-drawn vehicles and people who all seemed intent on either...
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Short Story/Drabble: The Fight
Five seconds into the fight, and Bob knew it was a mistake to have placed the bet. Never mind the ethics of it, there was the very real chance that any action in the ring was going to equalled by...
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Short Story: Ambush on the Common
The pathways that crossed the swathes of green land between Sam’s house and work were as dangerous as ever. Few dared walk there, for fear of injury, or even just the contempt of the monsters that had...
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Short Story: Adventures In Misapplied Mathematics
“What is that, and why are you shaving it?” The Director had been called down to Lab Six as a Matter of Urgency ten minutes ago; and wasn’t particularly happy about it. The phonecall bearing the bad...
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Short Story: Run Around
Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument. Doubtless these are wise words; but when there’s a baying pack of werewolves on your track (again), the urge to swear quite loudly is considerably more...
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Short Story: Worship Woes
It has to be said that having lesser gods take an interest in your picnic makes for a good story after the fact; but the actual experience in the moment is not all it’s cracked up to be. The problem is...
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Short Story: The Obsession
He always bought red cars, because he honestly believed they went faster. It was a myth he’d heard in his early teenage years, relayed with wide-eyed enthusiasm by another boy who had not understood...
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Short Story: A Short Trip
We tumbled down the grassy slope together, sliding and rolling out of control, pulling and being pulled by our own intertwined limbs and the demands of gravity and momentum. The sun beat down on us...
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Short Story: See What’s There
The first time I met Dorian, I was hiding in the branches of a holly tree, tucked in a space at its centre behind the sharp leaves. I was hiding from the elves who had taken to playing in the wide...
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Short Story: In At The Deep End
On the seventh day after gaining physical access to humanity’s shared subconscious, the contractors announced that they had killed God. Of course, three days after that he rose again and forgave them,...
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Short Story: Things That Go Drip In The Night
“That shower is dripping again.” It was three o’clock in the morning, and nobody was in the mood for it. I certainly wasn’t. “I did it last time.” Kay’s grumpy half-assed voice was surprisingly clear...
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Fiction Fragment: Band Night
I started this last night but wasn’t quite sure where I was going to go with it, so I’ll stick it up here as a fragment – and if inspiration wanders back I’ll develop it further: The band played on....
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Uncle Ranty’s Assistants Speak Up
You may be wondering why we’ve called you here today. Some of the more alert among you may also have noticed that we’re not Uncle Ranty. It’s the hair, isn’t it? No, Uncle Ranty can’t come to the...
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