Tag: Writing
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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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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 – Change
It’s hard to say what’s different today. Maybe nothing has changed. The air does have that kind of feel to it—the type of feel that causes people to do things they wouldn’t usually do. I wonder if anyone knows what I mean. I may be the only one who notices, that when the air changes they follow. No, I’m…
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Archaeological Dig
Vegetation grows out of the cracks, a twenty-five foot stone man long forgotten by the people who made him. A bold smile painted white, nostrils home to many birds, ears lost to time, bright eyes carved to shine. He stood at the entrance to his city, protector of their values and watcher of the road.…
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Birthday
Calamity has struck, red wine spilt by serpents mouth. An unhinged jaw sucks the energy out of the room, and cancerous call-outs spike the air. Collection of coats hurried while whispers of previous nightmare like affairs flood the hall. A tall brunette, a short black dress. She likes to dance, and people love to watch.…
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Adam
Life at the bottom of a crevasse would be too difficult for some. Adam though had never been happier. The daily task of gathering objects that people throw into his home brought him joy because of the endless possibility he could make. A refrigerator recycled into a bath; a Microwave in too well, a microwave. It still worked! Constant materials to advance the little creature’s endeavours. A…
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