Tagged Short Stories

High In The Tower

The Peregrine watches over the city from the inner city cliff surveying the glass and and concrete peaks. A different perspective on our troubled world. No hunting pigeons today, hanging on to the stone face of the building and riding out the storm her priority. The wind howls around the building like screaming demons demanding entry. Sitting in the lobby far below I hear voices in my head maybe real who knows. This building is alive with noise thumps, thuds, creaks, cracks. These old walls don’t shake but air smashes into them like tremors from a far away earthquake. Built to…

Some Thoughts On Trees – August

Wonderful August! If you see me in a wood standing, staring, skywards. Leave me be I’m in a happy leafy world, my joyous perfect place. Each tree unique, working hard to save the planet. Right the wrongs brought on by man. Improving our poisoned air leaf by leaf. This ancient woodland is a dreamlike place, silent. Well, a kind of natural noisy silence? I wander aimless looking skywards, leaves rustle, wind, a distant train, a passing truck. For the briefest time I am alone drifting quietly, at peace through my wooded paradise. Trance like, detached in that special place. Stop, stare, breath.…

The Brooch

After weeks of wind and rain today was perfect, still and dry. The nearby turbines stood motionless, like bleached white skeletons against the dark sky. As ever the dog stood close by its owner panting softly. Occasionally a bird spiralled skywards startled by something unseen. Standing by the edge of the wood at the corner of the field overlooking the valley, Bill expected one of two things would happen. He was a superstitious man, a believer in good and evil. Gods and ghosts. That type of thing. It all made perfect sense to him. One month before he had found the…

A Cold Room

“OK stop there Frank. We don’t do surnames around here, your first name will do”, said the man in the black suit. The unimposing room was cold and poorly lit. Two chairs, a table, a small electric heater working flat-out without making much difference. Frank sat on his uncomfortable wooden seat facing the man who had introduced himself as Jake. A stern-faced young man. He just sat looking at frank, as if trying to work him out. “Where am I? said Frank. “The afterlife of course”, said Jake. That was awkward, not least because it meant Frank was now dead. That…

Whispers On the Wind

Whispers! Have you heard them at night, in the dusty attic, damp cellar or cold storeroom? They are there all around us. Some think they are whispers from God and angels or from Satan. Voices from the afterlife, the graveyard, the dark side. When you least expect them you will surely hear them. Whispers are there in our heads and hearts. They can be heard at sea, on the wind, at moonrise, at sunrise, on a quiet beach. The movies have taught us that you can hear whispers in the static on television and radio sets, or even the internet. There are of course whispers from space,…

Dom Woke Later Than Usual

It was as if some other worldly force was holding him in place. Pinned flat, he opened his eyes and breathed sharply inhaling as he looked around the room. He tried to lift his arms and legs but they wouldn’t move, each limb felt a hundred times its weight. Was he cold or hot he couldn’t be sure. Fear and confusion were racing through his mind. He tried to make sense of his surroundings, to work out where he was, what was happening. Dom’s inability to move was the thing that scared him the most. His initial confusion began to…

Never Pass That Way Again

A simple inscription carved in stone, there for eternity. Young boys destined to be craftsmen, chiseling, and working soft stone. Hours of toil, Jack brought the hammer, George the chisel. Slow laborious work for the unskilled hand and poorly trained eye. The warmth of a summer’s evening. That little street of poor hard-working people, some away fighting, the others resting before a week of toil ahead. Quiet as you can, the neighbours might not want their path carving up. For two mischievous lads just one more adventure in a long hot summer littered with many mad capers. The very best of…

The Fourth Tribanzian War

The art had started appearing throughout the entire country. Towns and cities up and down the land, images and words. First in obvious places, then in more obscure ones. Little by little the art spread around the world. Produced by those on the margins of society, in the shadows. Street art, urban art, graffiti call it what you will. It told a story in a language no one understood. Images of people, monsters, robots, cyborgs. In the end it was in every town and city around the world. If we had taken more notice. Understood the warnings and messages. Things…

Closed Until Further Notice

‘Closed until further notice’ said the sign on the door. It had caused quite a stir among the regular customers. The shop was on a small parade in a run down corner of the city. Frank had been running the bakery for such a long time. No one could remember him taking holidays, let alone just closing and disappearing. Every morning while the city slept Frank was baking. His bread was so fresh, not just bread though. Cakes, pastries and biscuits. The food from the ‘Floury Baker’ was legendary. No one quite knew how he managed to keep the standard…

‘I Think I’ve Just Seen Bob’

“The strangest thing happened on my way here, I thought I saw Bob,” said Pat “You can’t have he’s dead, we all went to his funeral,” said Harry. The three men were best friends, worked together and at weekends were drinking buddies. Until recently Bob Dixon had been part of their little group. Each Friday after work they had a night out, pubs, bands and a curry. “I know but that’s the fourth time I’ve seen him this month. Only from the back, I could have sworn it was him,” said Pat “It was a car crash wasn’t it,” said…