Nero

Nero

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...
Let ’em In

Let ’em In

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...
Fingers

Fingers

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...
Eric

Eric

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...
Moribund

Moribund

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...
Love Story No 4: Real Beauty

Love Story No 4: Real Beauty

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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