WOMAN BLINDED BY PARACETAMOL
“I’d just taken a couple of paracetamols,” Mr Pain said, speaking yesterday after his wife was tragically injured in a…
Writer and Artist
“I’d just taken a couple of paracetamols,” Mr Pain said, speaking yesterday after his wife was tragically injured in a…
How to Kill a Lamb A man – Kenneth, stands alone over a table, he’s admiring a big knife, turning…
The fucking mice are back. I know they’re there. They’re crawling under the fucking floorboards. The cheeky fuckers are even…
– There’s a letter from Cardiff on the table in the hall. – Oh yeah. – Yep. – It’s for…
A story written a while ago, originally published in The Walker and Other Stories I used to be like you,…
a short story Tidying Up He marched towards the anthill, broom held high above his head – he’d flatten it,…
What is life? What is time? Who are we? US – is a short story that may not answer these…
John’s jumbled muddled mind twisted thoroughly as he sat still at the top of the steps. He was alone and…