A Script for Seven Years: Chapter 4
A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. (Chapter 4)
A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. (Chapter 4)
A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. (Chapter 3)
A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. (Chapter 2)
A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. (Chapter 1)
“That’s what you were about to reveal, hmm? Your biiiiig revelation? Save it. Nothing you can say can surprise me.”
very very VERY old story
“I’m no fucking saint either, Vel. I signed up for the war, remember? People like you and I? This is what we’re meant for."
T.H.’s cave was dark, and the air smelled damp. The walls were brick and peeling paint...
I quite dislike fantasy, as well as cliche, so I did a bit of both in this. It's set somewhere in England a long time ago. Another unpolished work.
An experimental attempt at something for me. I try hard to translate my difficult ideas into engaging text. Unpolished, needs heavy editing.
"Vel couldn’t remember the sun, and the last time he’d seen the naked sky it had been thick with FPVs."
He lives in a world of darkness, only living on with one promise: "watch for the light".
A boy is lost in a forest - quick short on an idea I had for a novel
Lacy wakes up in an unknown location; the only thing in her view is rows and rows of fences, having no recollection of how she got there.
A gripping flash fiction story that won the biweekly Specul8 Publishing Flash Fiction competition.