The sounding of the morning bell drew the schoolchildren inside, leaving Pembrooke School's Religious Education teacher, Greta Astonberry, caught in the middle of the playground, deep in thought. "Hey," Harry asked as he passed by, "are you okay?""Harry - Mr Buckley, good morning." Greta replied, brought back with apparent suddenness to her surroundings by the… Continue reading At School The Following Day…
An ekphrastic short form fiction, inspired by a collage: It was late and the dance floor was sweaty; lithesome bodies competed for space. Two new arrivals gravitated through the dimmed light towards the bar, drawn by the sound of a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice and fine liqueurs. The man pulled out a wooden stool… Continue reading Let's Dance!
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. For a moment, Mr Andrews stood stock still - dismayed and shocked. Then, with the ice cold water seeping down through his clothes, he lifted the upturned plastic bucket free from his head. The muffled giggling he'd heard start only seconds ago, now became… Continue reading What They Became
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. It was half way through the lunch break. Everyone else had gone outside to eat their sandwiches in the sunshine, leaving just these two colleagues sat together in the admin office, deep in conversation. "Yeah, well that's the story of my life, I guess."… Continue reading Story Of My Life
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. So readers, my parents' bodies have been taken over by aliens. It's come as no surprise to me, really. It's been happening right across the country, since the beginning of the year. It was only a matter of time - I think even my… Continue reading No Use Sitting Here Moping
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. "Rachel! What have you done to your stepfather, come out from your bedroom - this instant!" Her mother was upset and angry; Rachel could tell by the familiar tone adopted and the words used. "You've cast a spell upon him haven't you?! What has… Continue reading Rachel Had Made A Wish
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage. I'd once loved Alec, but not now, not anymore. After six months together, I realised I felt nothing for him, no affection, no attraction. I didn't actively dislike him, but a feeling of complete emptiness had taken over. The situation had become undeniable. Over… Continue reading Not Anymore
