Short Stories

The Attic

The Attic

The flecks of dust began to gleam in the morning light. Laura glanced across at the moth-eaten sheets that draped across the old wooden bed frame. No one could have been up the stairs of the attic in at least ten years, she thought to herself.  Laura and her boyfriend Mark had just moved into …

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The Shadow

The Shadow

  He wasn’t afraid of his own shadow anymore. He was the shadow. The darkness of night, seeped into one cadaverous shade that clung to him like a leech. For the longest time he’d tried to escape it. The face he presented to the world betrayed no sign of its dark tendrils, clutching away at …

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The Sky

The Sky   Years of study, months and weeks of practical training, countless minutes of memorising; everything she had crammed into her keen mind had all led up to this moment. For as long as she could remember, the notion of flight had fascinated her. Watching the planes take off at the airfield she lived …

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The Writer

The Writer   The writer often hoped that her writing would not come off too autobiographical. She wanted to write, for the love of writing. And yet there’s no real way to keep the writing you create truly impersonal, she thought. Laughing internally at the use of ‘and’ after a full stop, she enjoyed testing …

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The Voice

The Voice   He heard it that morning, louder than ever before. The voice. It loved to wake him in the middle of the night as he lay next to his wife, sleeping yet not quite sleeping. Sometimes he heard it when she spoke to him. Not saying anything in particular, and yet the mere …

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