This is the piece I wrote for my writers' group's last meeting. Arriving Somewhere Unexpected ‘Excuse me, please.’ The man with the burgundy backpack couldn’t hear me over his headphones, which leaked a tinny tsk tsk into the carriage. The automatic door closed, pinning my arm to my ribs before it whined back open. ‘Excuse … Continue reading Arriving Somewhere Unexpected
Category: Flash Fiction
The Camp
It was the sort of summer that childhoods are made of. Halcyon days. I don’t even know what a halcyon is, but the word is older than I am and who am I to argue? The air was the scent of pine and wood smoke and the deep smell of musty canvas; tents unaired at … Continue reading The Camp
What I Did On My Holiday
This is the short fiction piece I wrote for the Writers' Group that I talked about last week. The prompt was "What I Did On My Holiday" with a word limit of 500 words. Hope you enjoy it and Happy Friday! The flux drive thrummed as the cruiser powered over the grassland, away from the … Continue reading What I Did On My Holiday
Mountain Rescue
Mountain Rescue Melanie woke up shivering, her forearm resting on the bare stone. It was still dark, something that didn’t seem to change about this mountain range; it had been well over a week since she had seen the sun, only a shade longer than she had been in the mountains. She was lost, that … Continue reading Mountain Rescue
The Bloody Hill
The Bloody Hill The Hill was in front of him. It had many different names since no one knew what it was rightly called, but to Oscar it was just The Hill. On occasion it became The Bloody Hill or other contemptuous names, but usually it was just The Hill. It was a monolith in … Continue reading The Bloody Hill
The Hands of a Healer
The Hands of a Healer Sam woke from his usual dreams irritable and tired. He looked at the alarm clock by the bed out of routine, rather than from a wish to know the time. Sunlight circumvented his attempts to block it out by creeping around the sides of the blinds and over the top … Continue reading The Hands of a Healer
The Island
The Island Jessica ran towards the edge of the lake, fallen acorns and old pine cones kicking up from her shoes. Grasshoppers leapt away from her rampage through their territory and butterflies swirled in the air, dancing their incomprehensible steps about her head. She ran for all she was worth, hair tied with blue ribbons … Continue reading The Island
Recycling
Recycling The sun blazed brightly behind the cloud cover, turning the whole sky into a light box. Despite the glare of the sunshine, rain still sleeted heavily from the sky, sending humans scurrying for cover in shop doorways or huddling under umbrellas. Miniature rivers coursed in the gutters, converging into great lakes where the overworked … Continue reading Recycling
A Fox in the Night
A Fox in the Night Rufus awoke shuddering from a dream in which he had been running down twisting passageways in a cave formation. The curtain billowed in the breeze from the window, open even though it was well into winter. Cold sweat on Rufus’ skin turned colder as the draught hit him, but he … Continue reading A Fox in the Night
The Nightwatchman
The Nightwatchman Harry opened his eyes with a jerk, the faintest feeling of his head touching his chest cutting through the smoke of a dream. He could not remember what the dream had been about; it was still there, lurking at the back of his mind, but it refused to be pressed into the light. … Continue reading The Nightwatchman
Nick Palmer 