Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
"Sinner!" the preacher thundered. Victor shifted in his seat and looked around. All faces had turned to look at him. "When will ye repent?" hounded the preacher. He shook his finger. "Lustful as the Sodomites, murderous as Cain, conniving as Jezebel—wilt thou not tremble before the wrath of Almighty God? How long wilt thou offend... Continue Reading →
As he walked around the tree, Victor noticed three small green apples hiding in the foliage of a low branch. He plucked and devoured them in seconds. When a rough inspection of the other branches yielded no more fruit, he left the tree and strolled around the overgrown flower beds. Roses, daisies, and at least... Continue Reading →
A flash of light, and the beach, the dune and the woman were gone. Victor was back in his suit, back in the mansion, in an overgrown courtyard. It was a wide, open space surrounded by a long-untended garden. Wild greenery climbed the mansion walls and spilled into the paved area of the courtyard; grass... Continue Reading →
Victor looked at the water pistol in his hand. "What am I supposed to do with this?" The electric light buzzed and blinked, then went out. "Great." A distant screech lifted Victor's gaze. Faint light suffused the horizon sky, waking sleepy hilltops and discovering the wintry grey bark of the bare trees. The pterodactyl soared... Continue Reading →
Victor's shoes clapped across the cement area bordering the toilet block, and he raced inside the men's room—across the wet, sandy tiles, past the row of aluminium basins, and into an empty stall. He closed the door and slid the simple bolt lock. He waited. A howl echoed in the darkness outside. The tin roof... Continue Reading →
Victor paused. "It's so far away." "Oh, good grief, you're not a toddler, Gary. You can walk fifty feet by yourself." Victor turned and reached for the torch. "Leave that there," the man snapped. "Eight years old and still afraid of the dark! I didn't have the luxury of battery powered lights when I was... Continue Reading →
Victor stood there half an hour, refusing to take his eyes from the door. Eventually though, after hearing not a peep from outside the room, he lowered his weapon and went and sat on the bed. The adrenaline had left his system, and now his body ached. He checked his shins, his shoulder, his ribs—bruises... Continue Reading →
As he toppled to the carpet he looked to the door; it clicked shut, and the sound of footsteps on timber raced up along the other side of the wall. Victor stumbled over himself in a rush to get to his feet, then ran to the door and threw it open. The vampire saw him... Continue Reading →
He sifted through the shelves of cans and jars and packets, all of which had exceeded their use by dates by around half a century. A complete search of the pantry yielded only two things fit for consumption: salt and honey. Victor cast aside the salt and set the honey jar on the bench. "It's... Continue Reading →
