by Nick Mann | Dec 24, 2017 | Short Stories
Nero was ugly. He had a face that only a very charitable, extraordinarily lonely and almost blind person could love. His fur was the colour of fresh ash and as wiry as a steel brush. His pointed snout wore a permanent expression of murderous aggression, his fangs...
by Nick Mann | Dec 22, 2017 | Short Stories
Johnnie is rotten. It has nothing to do with the anarchic lead singer of the Sex Pistols because Johnnie’s mother was five years old when those boys were tearing up London and pissing on the establishment. No, Johnnie is not a pleasant lad. His name is Jonathan, but...
by Nick Mann | Dec 20, 2017 | Short Stories
On a balmy July evening, when he should have been at a party with his Fiance and his uni friends, Gavin Darracott contemplated the intricacies of rhino reconstruction surgery to repair the effects of overusing cocaine. The middle classes were practically bathing in...
by Nick Mann | Oct 31, 2017 | Short Stories
He squats like a reptilian predator waiting for a moment. That moment, when he’ll strike. Awashed with a light, ruby, and amber he blends into the shadows and lurches out of them like an apparition of smeared blood. He squats, waiting. Eric never paid any mind to his...
by Nick Mann | Sep 21, 2017 | Short Stories
It was the Devil down there. It gave life to death. That death burrowed through the filth and the salt water to wreak havoc in that small town. The waves lapped gently against the shore, barely making a sound. It was dusk. The thing slithered from the water, the late...
by Nick Mann | Aug 24, 2017 | Short Stories
Real Beauty is the fourth part of the short story series Love Story. Part one can be found here, part two here, and part three here. True to his word Mitch was on time. Stacey had got herself ready in record time, two hours and forty-three minutes. She was wearing a...
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