Jim looked through his coin pouch, enough for either a bed or food but definitely not both. He rubbed the back of his neck under the yellow bandana, exhaustion had hit him hard after that last job and he was too nice a person to take payment from a family living in such poverty. He … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mercenary – short story
The hand on her shoulder jerked her from sleep, speeding her heart and making her lungs ache to quicken her breath. She slowly slid one hand further under the pillow, pretending to still be asleep even as she groped at the dagger. The hand on her shoulder shook her, as if to wake her. Movement … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Princess – short story
“Congratulations! Youre dead!” I looked around, trying to ensure the taxi driver was talking to me. When had I got in a taxi? “It’s the ferry.” The diver said. “What?” “You know, the ferry to the afterlife. There’s a bunch of us now – ferry drivers. Everybody gets a personalised experience.” “Oh…” “So yes, you … Continue reading Congratulations, You’re Dead – Short Story
She grimaced as she tried to down the disgusting beverage currently attempting to be disguised as tea. “Any better?” Beth asked Kelly’s laugh was harsh and without humour. “That’s a no then” Beth sighed, as Kelly downed the remainder of the teacup. “It definitely felt more fancy” Kelly offered, putting the teapot and other things … Continue reading I’m Broken, You’re A Werewolf – Short Story
“Yeah, sweetheart, no worries. I’ll pick the kids up; you just try and get the next flight you can, okay?” Haruka grabbed her coat. She was glad to have put dinner into the slow cooker that morning so she wouldn’t have to worry about it when Daisy was supposed to be getting home. Theory had … Continue reading Return Of The Hero – Short Story
Belle inhaled, choking on the scent. She stared at the smiling woman moving in next door. She watched as some of her ‘wolves bounded over to help the new neighbour lift the heavier boxes out of the back of her beat up flat back truck.
Artie watched the team – although he hesitated to title it thus, they were more like a collective of people without balance, organisation, or leadership. They stood, arguing in the forest, nobody able to decide which way to go. Artie shifted on his tree branch. The mage with an ice stave glanced around as the … Continue reading Party Of Five: Artie – Short Story #nationalstorytellingweek