First posted in 2018. || Image Credit: Photo by Alice Hampson on Unsplash Not truth. Truth is about fact. Black and white. Right and wrong. Honesty is about emotion. Feelings, raw and naked. It is crying, hard tears as you choke out secrets. It is screaming your hatred at someone. It is holding someone close as you confess your love… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Honesty (From the Archives)
Silence is one of the most terrifying things in the world. It’s the lack of life, of activity, that scares me the most. The halting moment between breaths, when you too try to stay as quiet as possible. It makes me feel small, like the world is closing in around me. Waiting for me to… Continue reading Newsletter Story – 3%
It’s the thing you’ll work towards. The end achievement. The thing that is worth all the blood and the sweat and the tears. It’s the thing that gets you up in the morning when you’re already tired. It’s the thing that makes you push further, push harder, go beyond the boundaries of what you think… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Goal (100 Words)
"Eugh" Lucy said to her computer screen. It was another slow day. No emails, no new work. Just processing documents until 5pm. She glanced at the clock. It flashed at her the numbers 9:05am in torment. A whole 7.5 hours she had to fill with something. I need a new job, Lucy thought as she dragged… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Bored (100 Words)
The world will get better. You hope. The world will be kinder. You hope. The world will still be alive in the future. You hope. And yet, even though the world around you burns in the fires of forests and politics, you believe that there is hope still, hope that the world will still get… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Believe (Stories on a Theme “Human”)
It's not normal, which means its weird. It means you're weird.
“I pity you,” Tabatha whispered, venom entering her voice as she knelt down next to Meq’s shuddering body, “because you still fight. Give up now, Meq, it’s over.”
Alice Lightgreen is on the hunt for a murderer who always evades her grasp.
It wasn’t silent, there were still signs of life out there on the fields below. The workers had already gone back to their homes as the light fell away from the sky, but the birds were singing their final songs of the day. Above, a few reptiles flew ahead high up in the sky, their enormous triangle wings blocking out swathes of the sky as their riders directed them back to their roots.
Just the now, the here and now. You breathe in. And out. And in. It’s okay. Here is okay. It’s okay now.