Short Fiction and Poetry

To look at me is to know I shouldn’t and don’t want to be here, [...]

The siblings don't know that Ma and Pa have brainwashed them for years, so they still sleep through the skin-sizzling, blinding light and, like bats, embrace the night [...]

Blackness became light, the cloud began to lift gradually, and the pain came hot and bright. Denise knew that she had been badly injured in the fall. [...]

I enjoy writing with my hand much more than typing email messages Says my wife as she pauses to lift her pen from the stationery paper[...]

Lottie Lynch and her gossip column ‘Loose Lips’ had quickly amassed a large following at the Daily Mirror newspaper, [...]

When the last whisky bottle wakes up empty, filled up with silence, I'm left with a feeling that isn't withdrawal or craving, [...]

The apron I wore said Cupcake Queen, but it wasn’t mine. All my claims to royalty were long past.[...]

The week before we killed her the weather was terrible. Sideways rain seven days straight, and cold, so bloody cold. [...]

Something hot to eat with something cold to drink. I see you lick an ice cream cone, and now I want one too. I check my phone for a text, an update, a sign, I sigh. [...]

Becca's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She had never done anything like this before.  The docile wife, the patient mother [...]