Flash fiction: At the Lake

My favourite place was to be my end, thought Jensen.  The lake was a small piece of heaven in a world full of hell.  He could wile a day away at the lake, taking away his worries and stress about..click here to read more

Flash fiction: The cycle of abuse

Shackled out of sight, confined to the darkness until they are summoned, the entities rested; dormant, dead to the world. A clunking sound could be heard an inch or two away, the strange distorted sounds of a new..click here to read more

Flash fiction: The perfect couple

A quiet evening together, disturbed by the telephone ringing. Gerard excused himself from Miranda, going to answer it.

“Hello?”

It was his brother calling, reminding him the game was..click here to read more

An Atheist's definition of God

God is the ultimate power that created the universe and everything in it. For many, that statement is all that is required to validate their existence in this space and time. But why is it so easy for them to willingly believe the..click here to read more

Flash fiction: Judgment

Sitting at the end of the shabby motel bed, Travis stared at the distressed walls, the ragged curtains hanging on the wonky rail; they danced in and out of the breeze from the open window. It needed to be open - the stench from the on-suite bathroom was enough to wretch even the..click here to read more

Flash fiction: Watching and waiting

“Slow your breathing, Tim, you’ll hyperventilate - relax." Andrew realised today was a big step.

Doors thudded together in front of them, Tim took a sharp breath, “Release it gently," reminded Andrew, his ice-cool demeanour unfazed by the..click here to read more

Flash fiction: The Trooper

“OK, we hold here!” Varan barked out, struggling to be heard above the surrounding din of war, his depleted core of men were nestled in cover near a huge outcropping rock, despite wearing their battered exo-suits, it was obvious they were..click here to read more

Flash fiction: Unconditional love

Cary was fascinated with the local cemetery; at 15, he was a quirky kid, some thought him as ’odd’ - he just felt at peace sitting with the dead.

Laying back in the secluded corner of the yard, he could see.. click here to read more

Flash fiction: Dinner with the in-laws

Ximena was nervous - approaching the sprawling mansion, it perpetually rose from its foundations, mimicking a pop-up book she’d played with as a young girl.
Pulled up on the driveway, stepping out, she hastily adjusted her..Click here to read more