Archive for the ‘Short Stories’ Category

Recently in the group, we decided to write a collaborative story. Phil Hollis, our beloved secretary, wrote the first chapter which was then be taken up by three separate groups to write their own chapters. The results, as expected, were very different. Only two conditions were applied: 1. No introducing anything new 2. Only one [...]

The Caretaker

Posted: 17th February 2012 by Mathew Bridle in Mathew's Blog, Member's Blogs, Short Stories
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I have walked these halls in immense joy and sorrow. I painted these walls with the blood of many sacrifices. Some call them victims but, that is a lie. They all gave up living wholly by their own choices, some thrust themselves upon my serrated blades while others tore themselves apart until their strength was abated. Either [...]

We heard them before we saw them. Drums banging, boots crunching. Everyone in the village was out in the square slowly forming into a half moon in front of the soldiers as they stomped their shining black boots in time with the drums. Then there was silence.  One soldier came forward, his scarlet jacket a [...]

Memories in Wax

Posted: 16th September 2011 by Emma in Non-Competition Short Stories, Short Stories

Penelope jumps from her chair, breakfast forgotten.   She spills tea over the table, narrowly missing the page that has her so excited. ‘Here, look, it’s perfect.’ I grab the page to steady it as it’s thrust in front of me and try to work out which of the numerous advertisements is the one I should [...]

“Can you hear the drums,” the General yanked the man’s head up so that he could look into the bloodied and bruised eyes, “Fernando?” he jerked his head back down again Fernando felt nothing. “They are counting down the remainder of your life,” the General spat in Fernando’s face, the spittle mingling with blood from [...]

The Golem

Posted: 22nd April 2011 by Mathew Bridle in Mathew's Blog, Member's Blogs, Short Stories
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It was just another summer’s day. The sun climbed wearily into the clear azure sky. Birds twittered in the rattling grasses tousled by the teasing wind. The young boy skipped down the silken sand to where the sea toyed with the shingle. Standing at the foaming edge of the cool waters wiggling his toes in [...]

A Bad Day At the Office

Posted: 19th December 2009 by Bev Bevan in Non-Competition Short Stories, Short Stories

A bad day at the office.  Keith was “kicking off” again. His project wasn’t going right. His suppliers were letting him down, his transport was late and the people in China didn’t know what they were doing. But Keith was often like this; every problem was a drama. He wanted everyone to know he was [...]

An introduction to Detective Inspector Curtis Kalashnikov, a raven, and their world.

A white room twenty feet by fifteen, well I say white but it’s magnolia, as if that seems any less clinical. The recessed fluorescent lights in the suspended ceiling illuminate the room in harsh flickering detail, a white six panelled door with chrome furniture where you ‘come’ in, an identical door where you ‘go’ in. [...]

A lot of babies are born comically plain with bulging cheeks, enormous eyes,  prominent ears and bald everywhere, but they quickly metamorphose into things of beauty.  Alice, unfortunately, didn’t.  Her mother tried hard to love her but eventually handed over the care of the ugly bundle to a paid nurse, while her father, her wealthy [...]