Prose Fiction

We searched for them at ever increasing speeds, around every twist and looming mountainous turn in the road. “There!” screeched …

“The owner wants us to destroy them, so smash them on the ground.” Jannis is holding one of three tiny …

Sitting on my bunk with a hot (strong) coffee brewed inside an angular brass pot by an unsung genius. I’m …

Paid work at last. Open each lid slowly, as if frightened of what horrors it will unveil in the silent …

Here a good a place to start as any – face down on arm crooked – the flat belly of …

Yesterday I reached one thousand views on my blog, and the fame really went to my head. I rushed out …

I have recently been insured on my father’s car, a 1.8 litre Fiat. It is a strange sensation, having such …

“I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps–at least certain people say so…” Hercule Poirot Madness…lunacy…and the hot Egyptian sun… …

Are you ready? Hell yea! Damn right! Hotty Toddy, gosh almighty, Who the hell are we? HEY! Flim Flam, Bim …

I was standing at the roulette table; we were at the yacht club. I was wearing a tuxedo and I …

And he that sat upon the throne said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. Book of …

An extended stint of unemployment can be good, for some. Men who live in grand houses – grown fat and …

These are dangerous and turbulent times. At any point a man could wake up surrounded by empty bottles of Henry …

We stood at a junction wielding golf clubs, our dress mixed and perverse. My self tie-dyed t-shirt was loose fitting …

It was never set to be an eventful day. My house-mate and friend, Jack, was already out of the house preparing for …

He lived in a grey cluster of houses funded by taxpayers. The sun seemed embarrassed to show its face, but it did …

I had loaded up on coffee the morning of the big presentation. It turned out to be a drastic miscalculation …

September 10th. We were at it again. I hadn’t paid any attention to mother’s critique – “all you do is …