Transmute The Fear

A short story from the dark side… You would never suspect I was a taker of lives. I didn’t grow up wishing to be this. I didn’t dream about killing my first victim. Synchronicity brought us together and started the deathly slow-train of thought in my mind. Slowly, it snaked round my brain. She wanted…

Lost Souls

Every Saturday he would be there, as accurate as ever, precisely two minutes before eleven.  He was more reliable than the trains.  I’d sit, to the left of the steps leading up to Queen Street Station, knees bent up, hands stuffed in pockets, trying to figure out why he fascinated me so much. As usual…

Retro Writing – a story found

I found this short story written by my younger self ten years ago. It’s interesting how the writing voice develops, and synchro – this story is called ‘Voices’.   Voices He told me he loved me. He told me he’d never leave. He’d stay with me always. Come back to haunt me. Come back to…

Air

Air – a short story I have this thing, this strange thing that happens to me. I only discovered it a year ago when I was fifteen and have never told anyone. No-one would believe me anyway.   It starts the same way each time. I close my eyes and stay very still. After a…