Every Time I Heard You Cry 05/06/03

I would have been three, the first time I remember hearing my mother crying. I can’t be sure as my memories of this time are generally fuzzy, however, it’s strange that although I have few clear recollections of my early toddler years, this one remains with me with frightening clarity. more...

Do I Still? 22/05/03

a short story retelling of an old poem that i wrote

Dreams are other worlds that we holiday in during our subconscious, other times that we revisit long after the event, moments in history etched into the psyche. We voyeur through a portal to another time or place, sequential or parallel and dwell there unnoticed searching for the answers to things long forgotten. more...

The Little Chinese Man 15/05/03

Everyone wondered about the little Chinese man standing proudly at the bottom of the garden. At just over three feet tall, he was on the large side to be considered a common garden gnome, but there he stood between the negra bamboo and the very large ornamental Koi carp pond. more...

Last Night In 'Cisco 27/03/03

I woke realising something wasn’t right. Although my eyes hadn’t opened, my body’s innate senses had already made that conclusion during the half hour or so that I lay in bed struggling to lift my eyelids. I tried to think about the previous night but a haze covering my mind successfully misted out. more...

The Allweathers 20/02/03

Today was an ordinary day for the Allweathers, nothing special in any way that the family would have been aware, but then, the family were not renowned for their attentiveness to calendar events.

Ben sat pondering the enormity of the occasion before him. more...

Russian Wife 13/02/03

Spoof newspaper report.

A leading bank manager of one of the big four was jailed today for a total of six years, after he pleaded guilty to illegally importing a Russian bride into the country last year. The offence took place last June after the defendant, Mr Curtis, 44, said that he accidentally stumbled upon the website. more...

alleluiah 30/01/03

A Tale of the Archangel Gabriel and his small flat in Oldham.

“Alleluiah!”, cried the Angel, “Home at last.” It had been two weeks that Gabriel had been out on the road, and as much as he enjoyed the work, he always liked to be back home. Gabriel unlocked the door, pushed it open, and walked into the small top floor flat. There was something comforting about living on the top floor, a little bit further away from hell, and a little closer to God. more...

Betrayal 23/01/03

what really happened at the last supper.

This was the point of no return, they both knew it. They glanced at each other across the candle smoked room, holding the gaze for moments before being forced to look away. The others were too absorbed in the discussions on the upcoming fulfilment of the prophecies to notice these slight looks. more...

arnold wilkinson 5/12/02

What happens when your routine gets broken.

Arnold Wilkinson rose as usual at 6:30am. His alarm kicked into action and was silenced without making a single noise. This was always the case, Arnold was punctual, and this meant that he was awake at 6:29am and already attempting to silence his bedside alarm. more...

ghost story 28/11/02

simple hackneyed chiller...

She was there in the mirror, a headless image. There was something very eerie about seeing herself without a face, or in fact a head. She admired her body, perfectly proportioned in every way, the tight black evening dress hugged her figure highlighting every curve. more...