Footsteps: A Short Story
I choose to walk. Even though it is louder and bound to draw more eyes than my transport, I cannot force myself into that suffocating pod, even with my need for secrecy. So I choose to walk. To take step after step, only…
The Tree – A Short Story
The sky was a gigantuan, grey blanket covering us. The rain was steadily dropping from the sky; a sweat of it poked the soil. It would later make history. After an everlasting amount of time, a tree appeared. This tree was remarkable, with…
Villain’s Lair
It was raining. Not the gentle drizzle that had so lightly kissed the soil yesterday - no, sheets of rigid water pelted the gravel, and ragged chunks of hail spattered around her with thunderous cracks. Where the ankle-deep mud had given way,…
The Patrol (Short Story)
A rubber ducky tie is a bold choice. Boring men don’t make many bold choices, aside from one: one moment of self expression, one thing to show that, perhaps, they are more complex than meets the eye. For Willow, ties are his bold…
Arrival (Short Story)
Falling. Water. Then pain. Mind-numbing, excruciating pain. In her bed, Calisto turned over, and her breathing eased, but the next morning, she realised that something had changed. Calisto had known everything she needed to know about her life: she knew that her family…
Glass: A Short Story
Within the forlorn and empty walls of your house was an infinite number of boxes upon boxes, all neatly packed, taped, and labelled in large block letters with their contents. Strewn across the rooms and stacked in dangerous piles, threatening to topple over,…
Friendship: A Short Moral Tale
Two friends were walking across a desert. And as they walked, they got into an ugly argument, and out of anger, one of them slapped the other on the face. The one who was slapped was hurt but said nothing, and quietly wrote…
Short Story: Galaxies
A flurry of white whipped around the room, which was one of the most curious sort. Various contraptions, polished and pristine, stood neatly ordered in endless rows on shelves upon shelves upon shelves. Some featured lenses of several sizes, had glass tubes protruding…
The Attic- Short Story
Glittering trinkets lay draped over the many cardboard boxes that were scattered across the cluttered attic floor, coated in a fine layer of dust. A musty smell hung in the air alongside the cobwebs that furnished the sagging roof. As you scavenged…
Yesterday- Short Story
You had always been different, right from the start. All the other girls were tanned and flawless, with round eyes and full lips and freckled noses. You preferred to keep your head low, thoughts confined to only your mind, long sleeves and hooded…
Short Story: Space
Earth was calling me, pulling and begging me to leave. It hurled my arms backwards, letting them skim the slate before they could find a foothold. My limbs were planks, stiff and cold, too weak to even attempt to fend off the millions…
Colour: A short story
“West Tsukishiwa station, disembark for west Tsukishiwa station.” The platform was fuller than usual. From Akane’s vision at six feet, he could see most of the crowd around him. The floodlights let intense shadows fall across the ceiling and the figures that passed.…
Short Story: The Tale of Time
The screens changed statistics every few seconds, little numbers flying across in lines of code. A handful of men sat in front of them, beads of sweat clinging to their foreheads, mumbling under their breaths and willing themselves to stay concentrated. They had…
