It’s been a busy week. Therefore, I haven’t been able to write a blog post with which I was happy enough to put out today.

But do not despair!

I thought it would be nice to share a little fifty-word story of mine that was featured on a little while back. I wrote it for this blog when I was just starting out and didn’t have much of a following.

I hope you enjoy it.

Continue reading “Captivity”

An Unfortunate Thief

Slimy little things burst like filthy pustules between his toes; a carpet of pestilential slug-like things that dwelt beneath the city.

He’d lost his shoes in the mire, the guards short after.

When he checked his bag he found a bullet-shaped hole.

He hadn’t lost them, they’d stopped for gold.

A story in fifty words, every Sunday.

Going to Ground.

50 word story:

The raging of the hounds echoes behind me, the pounding of their footsteps is nothing compared to the heavy barrage of the horses hooves.

I squeeze myself into my burrow, safe from the snapping, salivating jaws of my pursuers.

Safe, until the machines come roaring. Silence. Shovels strike the earth.


50 word story:

She is a dancer twisting her lithe grey body through the air, rivulets of water streaking her slender flanks.

At the peak of her flying pirouette she can just make out the other dolphins, playing in the distance.

Then her vision falls behind the stalls.

The audience applauds.