There was something not quite right with Beth’s left leg. From an early age, when she mentioned it to her mother, it was dismissed. “Don’t be silly, you’re perfect!” Later, a boyfriend besotted with her beauty, blinded by love and … Continue reading →
There was this one night, I musta been seventeen as I had moved outta home but was still at school. Me and Mike L. were living in this hut in the abandoned part of the train yard. I was walking … Continue reading →
My eyelids feel like tonne weights. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My legs are aching too obviously, I’ve never stood up for this long. My arm? Ah.. That’s a different matter. It’s not an arm … Continue reading →
When I awake, it is completely dark. I try to sit up but I find myself restrained. I lie for a moment, making small movements to ascertain where the restraints are placed. Wrists, elbows, throat, waist, knees and ankles. Someone … Continue reading →
“What was her name?” “”I don’t know. We all had code-names and that was all.” “I don’t buy that shit, what is this a fucking movie?” the asshole who is clearly playing the ‘bad cop’ in this tired scenario slams … Continue reading →
The tap dripped, about once every two seconds, each drop landing in a full teacup causing the water to overflow slightly down over the pile of filthy dishes. The sink itself was completely full so with each drop a slight … Continue reading →
Once the medication kicked in, I found myself more controlled. The anxiety, depression and fits of rage abated somewhat. The initial side effects were unpleasant, but not unexpected. After a while, I became used to them. There was one though … Continue reading →
“Hey.” “Hey… you!” What do I do? I mean, that guy is scary looking, he’s clearly talking to me. Head down. Keep walking. “Here, mate!” Louder now, walking towards me. Reply? No. Head down. Keep walking. His footsteps quicken. A … Continue reading →
My name is Samuel Meyer and I am writing this note as a legacy for I am, I fear, the last of my race. For many years, my encounters with my kindred became increasingly rare. Now, if my memory serves, … Continue reading →
Sometimes, the thing you thought you had, turns out to be different from what you thought it was. Sometimes that’s a good thing. Like when you had that lump. You worried for weeks. Lost sleep. Started putting your affairs in … Continue reading →