<< Part 4 Harry gripped the steering wheel in both hands and sat forward in his seat. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Alice?” “They’re kids, Harry. What harm could they do?” “We don’t know where they’re taking … Continue reading →
“You have been practising, right?” Pete pushed soggy cereal around his bowl. “Of course I have.” His mom leaned against the kitchen counter, dish cloth between her hands. “It’s just, Mr Rafferty says you don’t volunteer much in class. Is … Continue reading →
While TGE were at Cardiff Comic Expo on National Flash Fiction Day, Chrissey wrote these story cards in response to prompts from convention guests. The challenge inspired some weird and wacky tales, including a dark tale of a day in … Continue reading →
“How’s it going Frank?” my boss asked. He stood in my cubicle door, leaning his heavy metal arm on the weak siding. He knew that the weight made a huge dent in the edges, and it took me a good … Continue reading →
Scratchy carpet rubbed my cheek. A tiny pat, pat, pat noise came from just in front of me. I opened my eyes cautiously and focused on a spot a few inches in front of my face. Drips of blood hit … Continue reading →
<< Part 2 Ratsy pointed at the white caps poking out of the ground. “Hey look, it’s some of those big mushrooms. The ones Potts likes so much.” Bug joined him by the perimeter fence and peaked out through … Continue reading →
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October 31st. All Hallow’s Eve. The one night of the year when it is ok, expected even, for the young to be little monsters. To scare and chill and make people scream. To put on masks, costumes, face paint to … Continue reading →
She could sense somebody towering over her. “You’re late!” With her eyes fixed on her magazine she continued, “We’re going to start packing up in about half an hour. I’m not handing out any refunds if you can’t get your … Continue reading →
Nothing ever changes. Father’s big burgundy cushioned chair, his favourite, is in the same place against the wall, situated on a bird-floral sisal rug. I remember how father used to say, “It’s not that you are what you eat. It’s … Continue reading →