Never The End

Never The End Home The darkness surrounds us a thick, unctuous soup of warm nothingness. I nuzzle into the night, deeper and deeper, until it coats my every sinew, every atom, every thought. The girl’s hand is clammy, even slippery to one with a lesser grip; I am not one with a lesser grip. We […]

Black Satin

 The night drips around me in liquid satin, a perfect black. I can taste its velvety texture, hear its thrumming silence, sense the still. The pause before the final breath, the hush before the breaking storm, darkness slips its fingers around my throat and squeezes with the subtle kindness of a misplaced love. I […]

50 Word Stories: Into Eternity

Whilst the sun drips away, sorrow purges dead veins like sea ice flowing to the heart. Yet, hope remains of a place beyond places where lovers might live in peace and the gentle thuds of a chest in motion beguiles what melancholy has disenfranchised. Two wait to step into eternity. Into Eternity (Coming very soon!) […]

50 Word Stories: Insatiable

 The night peels from my skin like a layer of starless darkness; I am one with the evening. The hunt is short, easy, does nothing to cure my insatiable needs. I discard him, then his friend, then others. Dawn arrests my rampage. Sleep comes. Tomorrow, I’ll do it all again.

The Tribe (Micro-Fiction)

 They called themselves the tribe. A disparate band of hoodlums made tough by numbers, reinforced by concealed blades and young girls in too much lipstick. Kings of the neighbourhood, they flounced, preened and one night chanced their arms. Midnight, alone and moody, I meandered. They struck. The cops found all ten of them in […]

#VignetteSeries – Like Milk

Author’s Note: Just in case you ever wondered.  To flow unadulterated, undiluted from a neck of porcelain perfection, white as bleached bones, soft as melting candle wax, one would have presumed it tasted like milk. One would have presumed many things of my profession, my life. Almost all of course would be wrong. Such […]