The Gibbet

Genre:  Horror

Desperation led her to steal. She was starving. Filthy. Freezing. The winter of 1710 was cruel and cold. Desperate enough she tried to sell her body, but no-one wanted a smelly bag of bones. She couldn’t give it away! 1 apple would feed the burning hunger in her gut, take the pain away.

The woman waited until the grocer turned his back. As quick as she could she grabbed an apple, knocking over several others as she turned to run. Hunger made her weak and she hadn’t taken more than a few steps when she felt his hand grab her hair. Her head jerked back and she fell, sharp stones scratched her back, spotting her manky dress.…

Bugs

Genre: Horror

Peter settled in for the night, his old bones cracking and popping as he heaved his ample bulk under the soft blanket. His customary glass of water was sitting atop the wooden headboard so he wouldn’t have to get up to get a drink. Although Lord knows, he would have to pee in the middle of the night, hopefully only once.

At first he thought the scratching sound was part of his dream. He was bouncing around eating apples in an old-fashioned video game. With boundless energy he jumped and ate, jumped and ate. Such fun! Wait… he turned. A tiny soldier was stabbing him in the leg with a minute spear. Ow! He jumped away but the soldier was right there stinging and stabbing. He jumped and jumped but it kept on stabbing……

Storm Chaser

Genre:  Drama

 

CHAPTER 1 – Cassie and Greg

‘No, daddy no!’ Cassie screams with delight as her father tickles her mercilessly.

Trying to breathe in-between, Cassie kicks and wiggles until her father stops, also out of breath. Tenderly Greg holds her face and smiles, kissing her nose.

‘How much do I love you?’

‘To the stars and back.’

‘Come, time for bed little tot.’ Cassie hangs onto her dad’s neck on the way, hoping to slow him down. ‘I’m not tired’

‘Yes, you are. Besides if you don’t go to sleep now, the tickle monster will come back.’ He wiggles his fingers and Cassie screams again. Kisses and hugs over, Greg reads her a story, by the end of which she’s fast asleep.…

An Unlikely Affair

Genre:  Drama

 

Staring down at her husband’s body Casey felt her breath catch in her throat. Tears slipped from her eyes, falling unheeded passing several double chins and onto the fake sheepskin carpet. Hands shaking, she picked up the phone and dialled 911 with her sausage fingers. By the time they answered all she could do was squeak out ‘help, it’s my husband’ before her breath failed. Sinking to her knees she dropped the phone.…