The clock tick-tocked around the clock face as Michael lay on his bed watching the thin black arm jump rigidly past the numbers. One. Two.
Category: Short Stories
Homeless Man (written after a conversation with a homeless person)
I have been on the streets for two years now and I have had enough. There is no lower place to go after the streets.
Maybe We Are All Flowers
John woke up. It was half past nothing. He knew what the time was but what was the point of time. John was trapped in
Reiki Cures Hangovers
Mara was the ultimate hippy chick. Red hair, Gothic clothing and tattooed tits. I met her at a club when we were all ‘off our
Man On Yacht
It was another day. They all are. They all seamlessly roll from one into another. Some days it’s hot others days it’s cold but today
Free short-stories
My short-stories are taken from my first period when I had just started to write and when I was studying for my BA Hon’s in
