Ammachi
My hands are light as the turmeric falls from my fingers. The chicken turns orange, something thuds upstairs, a magpie screeches near the window. But …
Category: Stories
Carly
Carly is barely noticeable in a crowd. She’s of average height, has average shoulder-length brown hair. Her clothes do not induce anyone to comment on …
Connie
I’m nothing like Abby. Its not just the age difference. She’s always been the bold one, the one who defied our father, going to see …
Low Tide
His hands crease around his empty coffee mug like old leather. Paint peppers his fingers, flaking off under the flex of his grip. Brown tide …
Short Horror #2
The neighbourhood is quiet. It’s Saturday afternoon, and the big game is on. Everyone is inside, watching. I walk the streets with my dog, Aussie. …
The Letter K
Canterbury, England, 1357 Silence reigned, other than the occasional scratch of a quill or the scrape of parchment that had not been prepared properly. Blessed …
Takeaway
My coffee isn’t hot enough. This always happens, they see a kid order a coffee and they think if they make it hot, I’ll burn …
Forest Walk
My eyes adjust to the sun shining through the green branches above me, the smell of cedar and pine needles fill the air around me, …
Milk
Shortly after I moved out of home, I had something odd occur to me that I still don’t fully understand. Whether it was delusions, or …
Soup
I don’t like soup. You can like it if you like. But I don’t. I used to; I loved nothing better than a hot creamy …