Fiction Friday

Laying Low

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Mama’s face lit up when she spied me through the old screen door. “Well hello there, Sugar.” She said. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” “Hello Mama.” I replied. “May I come in?”

Tally

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He was short. That’s what caught my attention. I’m a fairly average height, but he barely reached my shoulders. Otherwise, the guy was unremarkable. Dark hair, blue eyes, handsome but not gorgeous — if not for his height, few would… Read More ›

Blood

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Hushed whispers and tugging hands startled me awake. My fuzzy mind, still groggy from sleep, struggled to make sense of my surroundings as I was roughly dragged down smooth stone stairs towards a cold steel cell. I felt something wet… Read More ›

Unravelled

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Terry waited for Julie to pass before emerging from the shadows. “Hello, Michael.” he said coldly. “Terry! But you… you’re…”

Luck

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‘Fake’. That’s what we all thought when we saw the video of the homeless guy tearing out the cop’s throat with his bare teeth. Two point three million views and not one person thought it was real. Sure, the word… Read More ›

Echoes

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Peering over the rusty gate, she noticed patches of moss growing on a broken stone path. Dandelions and toadstools littered the overgrown grass hiding the dens of field mice. An old tyre rested between the roots of an ancient oak… Read More ›

Infestation

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Infestation: noun — the presence of an unusually large number of insects or animals in a place, typically so as to cause damage or disease.¹ I slam the dictionary closed. The word certainly describes my life at the moment. Infestation…. Read More ›

Ashfall

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Ash. I am so sick of the sight of ash. It’s worse than sand, you know. It gets into everything. Cleaning it is a never-ending chore, since it just keeps on falling. It’s in my clothes, my hair, even my… Read More ›

They Came

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The day before they came was the same as any other. I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring at six a.m.. Grumbling about the unfairness of life, I stumbled blearily into the bathroom where I performed the usual… Read More ›

Sunlight

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Sunlight filtered through the partially closed blinds, creating a pattern of artificial lines across her pale skin. She lay still upon the bed, arms out-stretched, hair framing her face, like a sacrificial offering. His eyes roamed her body, flawless, save… Read More ›

Tree

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I got to help Dad pick the tree this year. The one I chose took up the whole backseat. I didn’t mind. It meant I got to sit in the front with Dad. Still, we drove home slowly, ‘cos the… Read More ›

Gifted

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You close your eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath. Your ears strain as you try to convince yourself that the house is empty. A low moan sounds from beneath the tree, causing your breath to hitch. Slowly, softly, you… Read More ›

Memoriae

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The room is cluttered with memories of a well-spent life. The wall-to-wall bookcase is filled with leather-bound books. An urn, brimming with scrolls, stands in the corner. On the walls is a portrait of a beautiful, dark-haired woman, holding a… Read More ›

X53Za Part 1

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The footpath was teeming with commuters, pressed so tightly that Sam was carried along with the crowd. He sighed. This would add at least an hour to his travel time and he was already exhausted. By the time he finally… Read More ›

The Reckoning

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Through the trees, the sun broke in a dappled pattern on the ground. The smell of the rich soil and vegetation swamped my senses. Birds, sounding their calls, echoed through the valley. Lizards scurried through the undergrowth. It was morning… Read More ›

Wrong Number

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“Hello?” Sandra said into the phone. “G’day. I’m calling to speak to Mike.” Said the voice on the other end. “Sorry, mate. Wrong number. There’s no Mike here.”  She answered before hanging up the phone. Thirty seconds later, the phone… Read More ›

Gone

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The first time I disappeared, I was six. One moment, I was sitting at the table eating spaghetti with my family, the next moment I was gone. Just like that; now you see me, now you don’t.