Short Story: All the cut flowers

We arrived promptly. It was the day we were due to take our seats in this new parliament we had … More

Short Story: Spotlight

Please. I just want to sit in the dark a while longer. Please. Just stop knocking on the door. I … More

Inside his office, Winston heard the front door creak open, then bang shut. “Jussaminute,” he called out, pulling on his … More

He’s dead. I couldn’t bring myself to say it to the rest of them, but he was. “Is he… ok?” … More

I’m sitting up here, a little uncomfortably on my fence, looking to my left and to my right at the … More