Category: Flash Fiction & Poetry

Here you will find the fictional stories and poetry I write from time to time.

Promises to my sons

I will lose my shit and yell at you. I will lose my cool and fly off the rails. It’s what I do. I will swear repeatedly, and I don’t fucking care if you swear, as long as you grow up to care about…

I Can’t: a poem

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Animal Business: Short Series

I wasn’t going to share these, as i’m not sure if they will make sense if you don’t know the people the animals represent. But I love them all, so have decided I will share them :-). I hope you enjoy, Animal Business, a…

Now you are two

Most days the only thing that holds me together is you. You are my breaking point and my glue. For you the world must seem so shiny, bright and new. At only two you still have your whole life in front of you. As…

Flash Fiction Friday: Bob of Mongaloo, a 353 word story short.

It is a chilly autumn night out and about in the Mongaloo Mountain ranges. There is a beast watching two teenage boys with intense interest. The two young men are sitting down congratulating themselves with some stolen beer after a five hour trek up…

Nothingness: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

I sit in this chair and ponder the nothingness as it consumes the land that surrounds me. I sit in this chair and as my earthy energies wane the emptiness compounds on me. That a world so full of life could be dissolved into…

I Hope So: Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge

Pete jabbed his finger in the direction of the historic car that had pulled up across the road from the little cafe he frequented on Fridays “Hey Barb, how much you think It’d cost to restore something like that”. The elderly shop assistant squinted…

Dear Diary: I want a sleep in!

He stands next to my bed smiling at me. The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. The cheeky devil is lucky he’s so damn cute. He is up, so as far as he is concerned the rest of us should be. “Mummy get up”…

Flash Fiction: Eastcliff, a 120-word-short-story

I ponder the old walls that are keeping out the savage night. The hungry wind rattles the shutters and tries to make its way through the gaps in the floor boards. The fire crackles and pops keeping my body warm, but the flickering fire…

Flash Fiction: Timothy’s close call, a 270-word-short-story

I’m not sure where this story came from. I was sitting in front of my computer thinking about rose petals floating on water, for no particular reason, then they turned into leaves and so this story began.  * * * Timothy sat upon his…