The Gibbet

By Uncategorized

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.…

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The Old Man’s Bridge

By Short Stories, Uncategorized

Genre: Thriller

‘Halt! Who goes there?’

The command was aimed at scaring the hell out of any unsuspecting traveller along the Mountain Pass and it did!

‘J…just a traveller sir.’

The huge, old man lifted his lantern higher and stared into the pale face of the traveller.

‘You look tired. How about a night at the Creaky Pines Inn? We have room but no stew tonight. Come, come.’ The old man gestured and started walking back along the creaky bridge.…

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Pig Clan

By Short Stories, Uncategorized

Genre: Horror   Warning: Upsetting Content

 

The Cathartic Trail through Bakers Park was a favourite among hikers. It tested their limits with hills, cliffs and gorges to get through but the view at the end and sense of achievement was incomparable. Several thousand hikers a year took the chance, most returning, some never did. No bodies were found, despite extensive searches. This only made the adventurous more determined to pit themselves against the Trail despite the warnings.…

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At All Costs…

By Uncategorized

Genre: Thriller  Warning: Adult Content

Joy stood still, mesmerized. Stepping closer she pressed her nose against the glass, causing the sales ladies inside to laugh. Her chest complained and she remembered to take a breath. It couldn’t be!

The mannequin in the window was wearing a dream. Her dream. Flowing organza in cherry red, swirled with diamante and net. It moved in the aircon, flowing and calling to her. She had to have it. At all costs.…

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