Category: Fiction
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Saved by a Star- A short story by Conor.C
I took a week of work, I collected my things and filed them properly. When I am found they will find the paperwork in order and they will thank me for my due diligence. That day they will go home to their families and their children faces will light up; their partners will say, “Your…
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A Rescue on the Road – A Short Story by Conor.C
A cat sat in the middle of a busy road; his fur was brown with grey stripes. Its large doughy eyes stared at the enormous vehicle that had stopped in front of it. The right-hand side door swung open, and a larger man with a grease-stained white t-shirt climbed its ladder. When he reached the…
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Grandad’s Visit
TW//alcoholism/Addiction “The flood came for all but the man with a boat; God told that man and his family that it’s the end of the world, he said save what you can, save who you care about. Violence is rarely committed by brave men. Brave men always find another way to settle their debts; they…
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I am restless- A Poem by Conor C.
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STUCK!
A Ginger cat with lighter stripes is perfectly difficult to spot in the autumn foliage. Butters has taken a liking to the large piles of leaves I’ve made clearing the back lawn, but this does take the cake. 60ft up in the oak my great granddad planted when he was a boy near the end of a…
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The Night Train
On the night train, riding through the valleys of the tallest mountains, all were quiet as many ticket-paying, pyjama-wearing customers were sleeping. The night staff kept everyone tucked in and free from nightmares. The rowdy kids are asleep, like their parents; the rival rugby teams, who had spent the day screaming in each other’s faces…
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Faim
Once upon a time, in a small German hamlet, a young French kid held up four locals with a 9mm pistol. “Give me all your fucking food!” He yelled. The German villagers pointed and laughed at the child. The old man laughs, and so does his wife, their neighbour’s wife laughs, and her husband drops…
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Deliberate authenticity – Flash Fiction
Deliberate authenticity, I pour Pepsi into my coffee. Since I was a child, I’ve ingested river water and only had the shits like twice. An atomic bomb could drop in my internal acids and see itself neutralise. Rolled in fields sheep inhabited, didn’t question the gritty mud. Had cats use my arms as scratching posts,…
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Flash Fiction – Chase
Indisciplined play crowds the park. A Hound flees over picnics and small talk, a boy follows with a leash. His smile sours businessmen’s moods, their lunch break peace shattered. Unemployed socialites laugh at the misfortune; grass-route youth groups cheer as the dog dodges. The field, open to the midday sun, gives way to a forest. White birch shadows…
Conor Cartmell 