This story was inspired by the flash fiction challenge on author Chuck Wendig’s site here. You had to choose a door and write about it. I chose door #4, the one pictured above. It all started with a choice. Doesn’t it always? It was a simple choice, really. Black and…

A post apocalyptic series — PANDORA’S STORY It was an unassuming jar, a plain earthenware jug that came up almost to her hip, sealed with a plug of red wax, drips staining the lip of the container. She lifted the heavy lid, exposing the wax, and tapped it with one long fingernail. She had been…

A longer piece of short fiction — Chapter 1 — The Unseen He had walked past the place a million times and had never noticed it before. He pulled his thick wool coat tighter around himself, turning the collar up over his ears as another strong autumn wind blew past. …

A longer piece of short fiction — Chapter 1 — The Unseen He had walked past the place a million times and had never noticed it before. He pulled his thick wool coat tighter around himself, turning the collar up over his ears as another strong autumn wind blew past. …

Short fiction — Here,” she said, handing him a fresh cookie from the street vendor, sealed in a small plastic case, impervious to the elements. He took it and glared at her through the eyepieces of his mask. “Are you trying to taunt me?” he said. His voice had that strange muffled quality…

Series — You wouldn’t think that the end of the world would happen just because you didn’t get to have your normal cup of coffee, now would you? But in Richard Gillivray’s world, that is exactly what happened. The downfall of civilization. Because you ran out of coffee. It’s like something from…

A short story — The last train had pulled into the station long ago and now sat, a silent, menacing hulk of dark iron, dull copper and tarnished brass. The station itself had long emptied of the passengers that moved in and out of it smoothly and quickly like sand falling through an hourglass…

Fiction short story No one was sure what actually happened, even after it happening for so many years; decades, centuries even. What everyone really wondered was the why. Even though it was a regular occurrence, as predictable as clockwork, it still surprised people. It surprised Jimmy O’Donnaugh anyway. “I don’t…

Flash fiction — When I awoke, it seemed like it would be just like any other day. But by one in the afternoon, I found myself deep underground chasing down the supposed existence of an ancient manuscript that had been lost for centuries. As an archaeologist, I felt at home working in the…

Short story — Jonah sat on the rocky outcrop overlooking the ocean. He liked to come up here as much as possible. It was a not-so-subtle reminder of…everything. He felt an affinity with the water, with the rock he sat on. They reminded him of how it used to be. The water, the…

Short story — Oliver stood at the edge of the world, the cold wind pulled and tugged at his hair and he wrapped his coat tighter around himself, as if the thin material would be a barrier to the biting chill that Mother Nature gloried at here. …

Flash fiction — Do you know what it feels like to think you are about to die? Well, I do. Everything slows down and then stops. All the life, all the colours drain out of everything. It’s like you’re trying to conserve every last bit of energy into just keeping yourself alive, to…

Flash fiction — It was only after I opened the door at seven fifteen that I remembered Mum’s catchphrase I heard all my life: “Don’t open the door to anyone after seven.” She didn’t say it that night, before she went to work her night shift. But that’s no excuse. I’d asked the…

Flash fiction — “Action!” The disembodied voice yelled, hidden from view behind the large camera. …

A paranormal short story — Amethyst hated her name. Why on earth would her parents name her Amethyst when their last name was Auburn? Of course, her parents had normal names. As normal as you could get: Mary and John. But that wasn’t why Amethyst was sitting in The World’s End, a well-known pub on…

A short story — She stared at me blankly, with glassy eyes that made her look more like a mannequin. The bleach-blonde hair didn’t help matters. Neither did the false lashes surrounding her blue eyes that made her look like one of those creepy dolls that closed their eyes when you lay them down…

A vampire story — Kalisa looked at her watch. Eight fifty-five, it read. “Shit!” she whispered, annoyed with herself. She should’ve known it was late, the sun was setting after all. …

Flash fiction — It started just like any other normal Thursday. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the fact I was carrying a folded cot with me. I don’t usually bring that with me to work, but today was unusual, right off the bat. Not just because I had to dig through…

A superhero short story — “You do realize Sherlock Holmes was not a superhero,” he said to me as I adjusted the deerstalker hat on my head, as I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my hallway. I glanced at him in the mirror and caught his derisive look. “Well, he kind…

A short story — I looked out the window at the familiar rust-red of the land, the valleys and rocks — those places that weren’t taken over by the green patches of grass and trees and plants. I shook my head. “The moon?” I said in awe. “I can’t imagine us landing on the…