“Good, I didn’t like that plate anyway,” the man says. The broken plate, laying in pieces scattered across the tile floor, seems Read More
“Good, I didn’t like that plate anyway,” the man says. The broken plate, laying in pieces scattered across the tile floor, seems Read More
“I’ll message you later so you can pick me up, yeah?” the girl asks, swinging her coat around her shoulders as she Read More
This is the first entirely original story I’ve posted. It developed from a scene I had in my head for years. It Read More
“You coming out on Saturday with us, Tan-man?” Ruairi asks. We’re sitting on the balcony after work, a few glasses of wine Read More
An old man is sitting on the floor of a small cottage. A few buckets of paint are strewn about the dwelling, Read More
“So, what’s your story?” Sam asks me. I look around at the people in the room, not really sure how to answer Read More
I take a breath. The unseasonably warm October air is refreshing, even this late into the evening. The loud music and crowd Read More
While I intend to eventually use the stories section of this blog for my own floundering attempts at writing, I don’t have Read More