One unremarkable night, a gentleman of the city was travelling to a neighbouring town on business. Worn from his journey and finding the hour late, Nicolas came upon a field in which to rest. He unsaddled his horse and looked around at the serene night. He’d rarely seen the stars so bright. He thought about …
Category Archives: Fiction
Fiction: ‘A Tale of Avarice – Part 1’
In a certain village few have heard of, upon a landscape unlike any we have here, lived a woman whom the villagers still refuse to speak of to this day. Even to say her name is thought to bring ill luck. So, for the purposes of this story, I will only refer to her as …
Fiction: ‘Beats and Breaks’
The bass pumps from the sound system, filling the balcony with the full-bodied rhythm of hip-hop. No-one’s really listening. And yet when the chorus comes in everyone mouths the lyrics. He sits at the table, his fingertips drumming on the splintered edge. He smiles when everyone else does. He laughs when he’s meant to. Sometimes …
Fiction: ‘Faces in the Pit’
There’s a layer of white noise underneath the music blaring from the speakers and the roar of the crowd. The spotlight feels warm on my skin. A buzzing gradually fills the room as the air comes to life with charged particles. I can see those same familiar faces in the front row. They look up …
Fiction: ‘Armageddon’
Something disrupted the dead of the night. It was a rude awakening, jolting every peaceful soul out of their slumber. Even those sleeping in darkened rooms with masks over their eyes awoke with a start, their hearts pounding as if they had woken up to find their nightmares had come to life. At first people …
Fiction: ‘We ran as if to meet the moon…’
I don’t have any friends, so when I get lonely, I talk to the moon. The moon can be a most brilliant friend. Sitting there alone in the yard outside the orphanage, I’d look up to the sky and tell her all of my secrets. She was my light, even in the darkness. Sometimes she’d …
Fiction: ‘Silver and Gold’
That dark September morning was both the happiest and the most devastating day of his life. Under the grey light of dawn, his daughter was born, and by midmorning his wife had passed away. She was only eighteen, and he was just one year older. Now he was left with nothing but the help of …
Fiction: ‘Umbrella’
She can smell the rain as it seeps through the dry wall behind her bed. The little glass fairies which dangle from the strings on her curtains tinkle as they brush against each other, stirred by some unseen draught. She draws the covers up to her chin. Suddenly the room is lit with a blinding …
Fiction: ‘Medusa’
She stares at the hideous apparition in the mirror as though frozen by its reflection. Her skin is cracked and split, glaringly white even in the shadows. Her lips are the pallor of someone long dead. In place of her lovely chestnut curls are deadly snakes which twist and writhe from her scalp, their scaly …
Fiction: ‘The Renaissance’
The river flows steadily, its rich brown current sweeping away the cigarette butts and empty beer cans. He stands on the ledge beneath the bridge. The wall before him is a dark grey canvas dappled with moss and faded tags. He lifts a paint-stained hand, rattles the can, and brings it to the wall. A …
Writing on Tangents 