50 Word Stories: Feral

There came a freedom with the storm that fair weather never afforded. Whilst most sat cowering behind drawn curtains, shivering with chinking cups of tea on china saucers, I danced to the lightning strikes, sang to the thunder. They understood me those feral elements. I felt normal when they left. 

The Unlikely Ones

The Unlikely Ones We were the layabouts, the lollygaggers, the free. Spirits of the woods given human form, we played amongst the cobwebs and danced amongst the stars. Nothing could contain us. Nothing! We were what the world should’ve been before it went bad. We despised society and pitied the many, applauded the dreamers and […]


 She dripped an ebony liqueur Born of Africa’s heat, A dark continent’s dream. The sun glistened off her skin Like the world off a pair of Ray-Ban’s lenses, Distorted but cool, Much cooler than ever it would off another. I watched, we watched, the world watched As she prowled, a huntress out of time, […]

Little Bird

Author’s Note: This is a scene I have decided not to use from my latest Steampunk Fantasy. The beautiful Miss Grace Grace has fallen foul of the evil Sir Magnus Monk, or so he thinks.  “I prefer the subtle prod, the suggestive wink, the perfect persuasion. Life is too short to wallow in misery […]

50 Word Stories: Sailing Away

 “I’ve lost my boat.” “Where?” “It sailed away.” “Did someone steal it?” “Yes. They jumped in and drifted off into the horizon.” “I’m so sorry. Would you like a lift off this island?” “No, thank you.” “But why?” “That was the reason I stole the boat in the first place.”

50 Word Stories: Revolution

 We'd taken the pain, the heartache, and secured them in vaults so dark they'd never discover them. We waited. Like minnows in a reeded stream, we hid in life's shallows our emotional unrest simmering. When we unleashed our hurt, they capitulated. We had purpose, whilst they were only ever bullies.

50 Word Stories: One

 She locked her case but not the door, closed her purse but not the gate. She walked from her street but not from her pain; it would take many more miles. Yet, each step, each new foot of concrete, soil and grass brought her story closer to one outcome: hers.


 I saw it in a map, one without borders, walls, or rules. Escape was the name my family gave it, a thing we’d only dreamt of, the wind in our faces without ever looking back, the sun without windows and sky without ceilings, hope. Although our lives were rubble and ruin, they’d never taken […]

These Cages Felt

 I push and pull, Turn handles, Fling open windows, Race down streets, Run up hills, Stand on mountains With sea And sky And air And me; There is nothing else. Yet, I am not free, Never free, From me. This cage is felt But unseen; It is unbreakable.