Category: Fiction

Fucks Of Christmas Past Ed woke to find Marlene’s head on his chest and her warm, moist breath playing on his skin. He tried to move her to one side … Read More

“Ghost” Ed stared at the lights from his Christmas tree reflected in his glass of whisky until they began to blur. It was in part the alcohol that impaired his … Read More

The street was still wet from the early evening drizzle. Taxi tyres maintained a steady supply of street music to accompany the hubbub of voices on the pavement opposite. He … Read More

“What do you mean no rooms?” Exclaimed Helen. “I only need it for tonight, surely you have something!” “I’m sorry madam. But we are fully booked. Everyone is in the … Read More

I was buying a sandwich at the supermarket when I saw it. It seems to be a standard accessory, like the iPod, the Prada handbag and Gucci watch. A Mini … Read More

The pressure of her lips on his made his heart pound so hard that he though it would burst from his chest. It wasn’t that she pressed her lipstick painted … Read More

I waited for her car to pass me at the traffic island. Her right of way. Me waiting. Giving me the chance to look at her and imagine what was … Read More

Eight reindeer stood patiently waiting, the hot breath escaping from their nostrils condensing in the sub-zero air. Three figures waited for the beginning of the yearly ritual. Powdery snow swirled … Read More

Continued from here. The doorbell chimed. Opening the door revealed a man, about five years her junior, dressed in a smart suit. His black hair was stylishly trimmed, his eyes … Read More

It was Friday, around seven in the evening. She flicked through the takeaway menus, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Thai, none of them took her fancy. Then she remembered the menu her … Read More

12 December 2022, 18:30 Julie stared out of the window, three layers of glass protecting her from the bitter cold outside. The winter was cold this year so she was … Read More

Their arms were laden down with clothes as they were every Sunday. The queue for the changing rooms was long, the store busy and noisy. Tina and Kim shuffled impatiently. … Read More

The drive series was started because I spend a lot of time travelling, driving to be exact. To amuse myself I often try and imagine what my fellow travellers get … Read More

We ordered a Chinese on the way home and sate it with a bottle of wine. It been a hard day, in more ways than one. She slipped upstairs for … Read More

The sex before work really set me up for the day. I resented having to go into the office but the memory of morning shag anaesthetised me from the worst … Read More

Warmth is just warmth – right? Wrong. The warmth of a bed in the morning is like no other type of warmth, especially on a cold autumn morning. I could … Read More