Panic
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
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- dark 23
- eerie 37
- grounded 133
- intimacy 65
- kith-kin 66
- melancholy 67
- poetry 43
- solitude 123
- speculative 98
- tension 69
- wit 81
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Fletcher Returns
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
The Hand
My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
Moon and Badge
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
Lucky Me
I woke up dreaming of gold, which was weird, because I normally crave coffee.
Hold the Phone
“Is this Douglas Langille?
Burnout
Eric thought his day would never end.
Woden's Daughter
The Allfather’s daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
‘3014’
We’re not made for this damp shit and neither is our tech, thought Gil.
The Picnic
*If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.
Lies
Hugh pressed the ‘check mail’ button again and the little closed envelop popped up, taunting him with its secrets.
Unreal World
School wasn’t working for me.