Fiction Writing
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
She was box office. She was advertising revenue, hits online, gossip column gold. The more turbulent her private life, the more she was worth. Sex scandal followed drug rehab, relationship turmoil ran concurrent to family fall-outs. All of it was box office. Imagine then what they will make of this. Conspiracy theories will abound. The … Continue reading BOX OFFICE
Every year, on the same day, another one appeared: a black dahlia. She had almost run out of space to put them around her villa. Each year the perennials re-sprouted, a forest of dark bloomage that shrouded her white walls. The shadow they cast she could not escape. The blackness in her heart was embodied … Continue reading RECOMPENSE
I was never a strong swimmer, unlike him, and he was stronger. That's why drowning him never appealed. Plus, I'd get my hair wet and my make-up would run. But he did love the water, always at the pool, showing off his toned body and admiring the girls. So it seems only right that I … Continue reading INTERVENTION
This was far enough. He had reached the limit of his strength. The tide would come in and fill the cave within a few hours and wash away his tracks and any traces of evidence. He gave the sack one last heave and let it flop to the ground. He looked back and made sure … Continue reading THRESHOLDS
