“Let these events in Tiananmen Square be a lesson to you Karen. Student politics can be dangerous.” “But Dad, I only want to go to a concert.” “It might only be a concert now. But next it’ll be a rally, or a protest, then you’ll be fighting the police …..” “Dad, it’s just a concert. [...]
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On 18th March 1948, James Camb, a 31 year old ship’s steward, married with one daughter, stood trial for murder at Winchester Assizes. What made the case unusual was the absence of a corpse. What made the case unique was the allegation that Camb had disposed of the body through the ship’s porthole. It was [...]
Swimming With The Dolphins
Posted: 31st August 2009 by Phil in Non-Competition Short Stories, Short Stories(Jack, a 15 year old boy, is half-sitting, half laying at the side of an inlet that leads into a large pool. Both his legs are immersed in the water to just below his knees. It is pitch black. Jack reaches down and grasps hold of one of legs and pulls.) Aaarh!! Sod it, it’s [...]
Writers Circle assignment was to construct a poem or short story based on the following ingredients. The Leading Character to be an introverted murder. Main Setting to be a Zoo. The Key Object to be a Kettle. The story to involve A Chance Meeting At A Railway Station. The Second Character to be An Out [...]
AN UNTOLD STORY
Posted: 25th June 2009 by Eric in Non-Competition Short Stories, Short StoriesTags: eclipse, Eric C. Williams, Horsham Writers, italian, short story, writer's circle
On the night of September 7th 2006 a score of men and a few of the women of Senice in southern Italy were gathered in Signor Paroni’s field in the light of the full moon prepared to harvest his fine crop of corn. Amongst the men was Benno, a simpleton much affected by the silvery [...]
The Last Members of the Print Works Fishing Club
Posted: 9th June 2009 by Bev Bevan in Non-Competition Short Stories, Short StoriesTags: Bev Bevan, horsham, Horsham Writers, short story, writer's circle
The Last Members of The Print Works Fishing Club. They gazed into each other’s eyes, their hands almost touching. The guard at the side of the room coughed a polite reminder they were not to make contact. She shook her head and sighed. “Whatever did you think you were doing?” Amanda asked. “We never though it [...]