Original Fiction

Acknowledging that the world was ordinary was part of growing up. Accepting that it was ordinary felt more like part of dying. So he never had – he kept taking…

The worst part was that they couldn’t remember whether it had always been that way. They should have. It should have been obvious. If the door to their bedroom had…

It’ll be temporary, they all told him, like a comfort. Or a deadline – a demand that he should be himself again, the him they remembered, before his dazed, unfamiliar…

“All right, now. I want you to look at this and tell me what you see.” She kept her scoff in the back of her throat, where the doctor wouldn’t…

Every brave fisher or traveller waved away from the harbour and never seen again was a question unanswered. A prayer on their loved ones’ lips late at night. Promising anything,…

“Don’t touch that!” she snapped. Her voice rang out cruelly across the beach, and he looked up at her with tears shocked into his sweet brown eyes. But at least…

The train had been humming through the night for longer than it felt as if the night should have lasted. Their watch had stopped along with the brass-rimmed clock above…

Innocent and guilty, alibis and truths, were all different expressions of electricity. Reading them directly removed any need to translate truth from a suspect’s imprecise, self-serving verbal testimony. It, the…

Her hands couldn’t shake as she set his plate on the table. She had always taken the same pride he took in her precision, the smoothness of her joints and…

They had started writing her myth before she’d even been born, so there really wasn’t anything she could do. In accordance with its opening paragraphs, her mother had started teaching…