Lachlan – Part Four
Short Story There was something in the bath. Henry looked up and saw a dark shape moving behind the shower curtain. There was a deep guttural humming, and splashing and squelching and slapping. Henry...
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Lachlan – Part Three
Short Story So the next evening in the shed, Henry asked Lachlan what he wanted. “I want you to stop being Spineless.” “What do you mean?” “You’re pathetic. You swallow your rage.” “I don’t...
Lachlan – Part Two
Short Story The paint-balling day arrived, and he got a lift with Roger to up to the venue, a sprawling wood in Hertfordshire. Pretending to be a commando with a group of old friends was...
Lachlan – Part One
Short Story Henry’s calm outward demeanour was achieved at a terrible price. Whenever he felt frustration or rage he would bite his tongue, and send the ugly feelings back from whence they came. Denied expression,...
Soraya’s Annual
Haibun I receive a call from AnaMaria. A family awaits me outside 282. I head to the office suite to meet them. Only they aren’t the family I’m expecting. I swallow, open the door...
Burned Down
Poem Dark and murky, seeping under doors and into the soul, the smell that awakens memory, and bittersweet air of loss. Warm and sticky, it curls around the heart and grips her, makes...
