Stories
Untitled Story excerpt - ongoing, began 01 2022
It’s hard to resist, isn’t it? A siren song pulls you into the depths. Your hands twitch. Your heart aches.
Are you curious? Step off the path. See what happens.
Fact One: Don’t go out in the daytime.
Wings excerpt - 12 2021
It happens the first of each month, 12:00 onwards, rain or snow. Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes it takes ten minutes. It depends on how many prisoners they’ve got to make an example of. Last time was one of the longest I’ve seen; fifty-four prisoners with the last getting chopped at the two-hour marking.
I sit with my legs dangling over the edge of the roof, waiting for the procession to pass through.
It’s 11:49. Eleven minutes.
These scarlet eyes excerpt - 06 2019
I feel the heat from the fires. I don’t need to look behind me to see how close they are. I feel it. I feel betrayed too, but I know I shouldn’t. I’m not supposed to be here. I should’ve died sixteen years ago. These people should’ve burnt me sixteen years ago. But they didn’t, and I think they fear me more than the darkness now.