Assassination by Richard Hooton | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2022
Something’s been stolen from inside me, an emptiness now dwelling in its place. I’ll never get it back, because youContinue Reading
Something’s been stolen from inside me, an emptiness now dwelling in its place. I’ll never get it back, because youContinue Reading
‘Grandma, can we paint some pretty pictures now?’ Usain has been fussing me all morning. Truth to tell I’m havingContinue Reading
(Belfast, December 1972) Nathalie hated going for the messages[1], but didn’t know how to refuse; her discontented mother always hadContinue Reading
Col felt a solitary tear of sweat running down his cheek and onto his chin. He drummed his thumbs againstContinue Reading
It was that time in the afternoon, the lull in the day’s progress, the time between now and then, whenContinue Reading
I tap Morrison’s hand. Dead to the world. That’s what you say about me when I’m in a deep sleep.Continue Reading
Trigger warning: suicide Emaciated, he stood silently wedged between the wall and their table unnoticed. He listened intently to theirContinue Reading
He opened his eyes but found it hard to focus through the gloom of night. His mind, racing a momentContinue Reading