Very Short Original Stories
He sought a private place and when he found it he sat down, cross legged, next to a small wild patch of grass. He had been there a little while, with the muffled sound of the party drifting overhead, when a gentle voice interrupted his privacy. - ‘What are you up to?’, said the woman behind him. It was his friends wife. She was a little older than the boy, quietly beautiful, with kind eyes.
Read MoreIt was dark and the work party was dragging slowly to an end. He saw her out the back of the shop smoking on the steps alone. It suited her.
Read MoreThe weather threatened rain; really threatened. The air was hot and muggy, and although the sun was up and shining, the grey storm clouds were moving at some pace across the sky. It was as if you could feel the electricity in the atmosphere. It showed. Everyone was edgy.
Read MoreThe fairy's face was delicate, and although she was unable to cry, her eyes were raw. Kneeling by the dead girl, she turned her white face upon a gothic looking boy who stood at the back of the crowd behind a counter. His face was young, and he had long, lank black hair. - ‘You could do this’, she said quietly, almost pleading.
Read MoreAt six minutes to one in the morning there was a heavy thud from inside the the wardrobe and a door swung open. Gabriel opened his eyes just in time to see the wardrobe door shut itself again.
Read MoreFrom across the room we exchanged friendly smiles, but she made a pretty good show that she couldn’t care less. In the end, I left her to her own company. She had deep accusing eyes and a bright smile. It was a hard thing to look at.
Read MoreThe people that used to be known as angels are far and few between nowadays. Those I have met have been far from angelic.
Read MoreStanding there, as bold as brass, was a witch as tall as the door - taller even - and she did not looked pleased. Indeed, her expression was remarkably disagreeable.
Read MoreThe dead guy had lived at number fifteen, and when I got there I found that someone had beat me to it. The door to the apartment was ajar and I heard someone inside making a mess of things. I took out my piece and moved through the front door as quietly as I could. If whoever was in the apartment had a gun, a wrong move could easily turn burglary into homicide - with me as the body.
Read MoreFor all his logical reasoning, he was walking towards his ruin with his eyes wide open and his brain unscrewed. It was the human condition: finding happiness and destruction in the same woman.
Read MoreThey talked as she turned the pages of the little book. They had worked together for about five years. They talked sometimes, but mostly they worked. No one saw each other outside of work. It just wasn't that sort of place.
Read MoreThe girl stared at him with something akin to incandescent rage, or was it chronic constipation? From his earlier resurrection cases the he had found both scenarios to be good guesses.
Read MoreIt was lucky for Lilly that she did not wake up. For standing next to her bed, hidden from all adult eyes, was a witch of the night. She, was a creature of cold cruelty, and she bore a pathological hatred for all children.
Read MoreThe one black eye of the raven queen blinked for the first time in a hundred years. Anger grew inside the bird as, from high in the forest’s branches, she felt the quiet whispers of the highwayman crawl their way up the bark of the tallest trees.
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