75-Word Story: Regrets

75 Word Story Regrets


Marcus never stops thinking about that one girl. He lies in bed at night trying to figure out what went wrong. He replays their last night together over and over in his mind, wondering if he could’ve done things differently. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to her or listened more intently. Maybe he should’ve tied the rope a little tighter or fattened her up so she couldn’t run away. Hindsight always arrives too late.

Sorry. I know, it’s terrible. It’s very late and I’m very tired, but I wanted to stick to my one-a-day-for-every-day-in-May pledge 🙂

100-Word Story: Endless Ending

100 Word Story Endless Ending

Endless Ending

Old Luke lies in a hospital bed, staring out from a body that no longer works. A body that will never work again. He watches the hazy figure that stalks the ward each night, touching the chosen ones lightly on the shoulder and releasing them from their flesh-covered prisons. Luke longs to feel the figure’s hazy hand on his shoulder. Some nights he tries to move, tries to shout, tries to blink his eyes – anything to get the figure’s attention. But it never even looks in his direction. It just walks on by and saves its gifts for younger men.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Panicked

75-Word Story: Silence

75 Word Story Silence


Max heard nothing but silence for the first time in years. No kids screaming, no teenagers slamming doors, no wife complaining. Just blissful, wonderful silence.

One of the paramedics pried the skewer from his hand, while another tried to stop the blood and goo draining from his ears.

The pain was agonising, but Max enjoyed every second of his last few minutes on Earth, basking in the warm comfort of his permanently muted family home.

This started off as a piece for the Daily Prompt: None, but I went off track somewhere along the line.

100-Word Story: Museum Pieces

100 Word Story Museum Pieces

Museum Pieces

It was a time of great upheaval. Ordinary people were coming together and rising up against the insane ideas of their country’s leaders. The governments of the world desperately sought ways to regain control of their people. They pooled their resources and developed a little box that would tell people what to do, what to think, what to buy and how to behave. The little boxes were a roaring success, with one given pride of place in almost every home. Decades later the little boxes would be displayed in museums and labelled as the greatest mind control devices ever invented.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Control

75-Word Story: Apprentice Wanted

75 Word Story Apprentice Wanted

Apprentice Wanted

She smells of cheap perfume and musty motel rooms, with just the faintest hint of barbecue sauce. If you’re interested, she’s currently advertising for a new apprentice. You can find her on Facebook and Twitter, except on Tuesdays. She’s always busy on Tuesdays. Tuesdays are for welcoming the new arrivals into their eternal home at the edge of desolation. You can call her Lucifer or Satan or Old Nick, but her real name is Tracy.

Didn’t realise how long it had been since I posted a story…I’ve been wrapped up in trying to get some longer pieces finished and trying to get rid of a nasty bug. So in an attempt to get back into the swing of things I’m aiming to post one story every day in May. Fingers crossed 🙂

Written for the Daily Prompt: Apprentice

100-Word Story: A Quiet Ending

100 Word Story A Quiet Ending

A Quiet Ending

The sound of dripping water filled the whole building. Every drip amplified by the silence outside.

Droplets of water glided slowly through the air, eventually splattering in the growing puddle on the floor.

Dirty water rolled into the cracks between the floor tiles, soaking through the rotten wood below and dripping into the space underneath the building.

A brown rat looked up just in time to see a droplet of the dirty water splash on to his face. The water seeped into his skin, infecting his tiny body with a virus that no human would live long enough to identify.

100-Word Story: The Measure of a Man

100 Word Story The Measure of a Man

The Measure of a Man

Eight men stand around a butcher’s table, their faces obscured by the flickering candlelight. Shadows dance across the ceiling as they carve and slice and tear meat away from the bone. Teeth, nails and strands of hair lie discarded on the blood-stained floor.

On the table, a fleshless young man stares out into a space he no longer sees. The skin that once covered his ample frame lies next to his bones, ready to be repurposed. When a world’s food supply runs out, the value of a man is measured by the amount of meat on his bones.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Measure