Hazy streaks blurred her vision. She stumbled on weighed down by her burden. The silo was there, as she remembered it, offering sanctuary as it had done when she was a child. She staggered inside. She embraced the dark coolness and dropped the heavy weight. She regrouped. Her parents hadn't seen her in years. She … Continue reading SILO
'HÄAGEN-DAZS KILLER STRIKES AGAIN!' screamed the headline, as did executive Peter Jenkins. It was a PR disaster. That was three. Each bloodied corpse left with a half-eaten tub of Häagen-Dazs next to it. The latest theory: the killer was following people who bought Häagen-Dazs, killing them, then eating the ice-cream. 'What flavour this time?' his … Continue reading OTHER BRANDS ARE AVAILABLE
'Room for one more?' Hank slurred cheerily, lifting his wide posterior into the small bus. He crammed into a seat. The driver jumped out into the traffic, angry horns blared. Kaleidoscopic lights blurred. Sudden stops. Chaotic traffic. Sweat and body odour. He felt the beer sloshing around in his stomach. A little excess again, but … Continue reading A LITTLE FESTIVE EXCESS
In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it. I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling … Continue reading BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
I can't say I don't deserve it, after everything I put her through, but death seems harsh. I don't even like the thing. I only stuck it on the bookcase because she was coming round. She insisted I keep it. She had bought it for me after all, on our first anniversary. And I thought … Continue reading THE HOUSEPLANT
