Short Story

  • Back To Earth

    Back To Earth

    Esa was often right. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but his intuition would always worm in, like larvae digging into the fruit of his flesh. Whatever…

  • Spellbound

    Spellbound

    “Hey, do you guys hear that?” But Marcus’s voice got lost in the music of the sea and radio. The Spellbound swayed gently under his feet, the deck littered…

  • Weighted Air

    Weighted Air

    Alone in the driver’s seat, the cold air pressed down around Neve in that particular way only silent night air could, tranquil and yet still bursting with possibilities. It…

  • Lost Souls

    Lost Souls

    She’s right here, she really is.    Her presence ever so warm, her smile warming the despair of three-thirty in the morning, peeking at him beneath their covers.  …

  • Asphodel Meadows

    Asphodel Meadows

    The stretch of elastic under the constant pressure; pushed against both ends by steady fingers. Slow. Whining.  I knew it would hurt when released, I closed my eyes so…

  • The Dream That Wasn’t 

    The Dream That Wasn’t 

    His monotone voice droned on as minutes stayed stagnant. “Now… Worksheet 1 on the… Complete it….Good.”    The humid air suffocated my lungs. Each second seemed to be clawing…

  • When You Die

    When You Die

    CW: Disturbing   When you die and get buried underground, your still, lifeless face will gaze up at your loved ones as they cry and mourn their loss. Some…

  • Missed Calls

    Missed Calls

    Would we ever meet again? I know that we disagree, but one day, can we See each other again, after— —A lot of things could happen, That day, I…

  • There’s No End To That

    There’s No End To That

    “So.” Darian crossed his arms. “You’re leaving.”   “I’m aware.” Lou remarked dryly, and turned, as if she would leave right then and there.   “Wait!” He blurted out,…

  • Wasted Opportunity

    Wasted Opportunity

    Beep    Beep    Beep    Snooze?    My alarm goes off for the second time. The haunting sound ringing in my ears, ruining the peaceful haven of my…

  • 7 a.m

    7 a.m

    There are an infinite amount of things to despise about life.   However, traffic easily takes its place in the top five.    I sat there; one with the…

  • Right Person, Wrong Time

    Right Person, Wrong Time

    You will be unable to mourn me because I have not claimed any gravestone in the ground. You will bash your drum set and curse that the notes spell…

  • Wasted Youth

    Wasted Youth

      Wasted youth.    She gripped her chest, showing her tear stained face to the audience, holding her heart. Her knees were bruised and the bandages wrapped around her…

  • Beneath The Surface

    Beneath The Surface

    Silence, in soil deep. A seedling stirs from its sleep. With tender shoot and fragile root, Every fibre of its being yearns, For the warmth of the sun.  …

  • The Boy

    The Boy

    CW: mention of death   “Excuse me.”    The tent flap was lifted open, and the three occupants squinted up simultaneously at the sudden light.   “Do you know…

  • Comedic Tragedy

    Comedic Tragedy

    “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It _____   Grief is a funny thing, ladies and…

  • Beyond the Archway

    Beyond the Archway

    Stemming glacial waters, just as old as catacomb earth, the matriarch of the Castonet mountain range tends to its dewy dress. Its winding pathways are gravelly, mine shafts are…

  • Venerable Honour

    Venerable Honour

    “Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the worn figure from his fatigued unconsciousness to the gentle…

  • The Test of Time

    The Test of Time

    CW: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CANCER  /// The marker screeched across the white board as its striking red ink marked the clean, conspicuous cut of the heavy numbers…

  • Day is Breaking

    Day is Breaking

    Feeling fed up again? Memorising poems for class – isn’t it just exhausting? Will it even be useful for future jobs? Sometimes, you just don’t see the point of…