Written as part of Flash Fiction Horror, a series of four tales to tell before Halloween ‘Reptile with Spawn Abundant’ - Doré, Gustave (1832-1883) “ You’ll catch your death, going out tonight,” the fisherman warned. “The fog’s hiding all sorts of mischief too.” Peter undid the rope tying his boat to the shore, before pushing it off the stony beach and into the shallows. The sliding pebbles punctuated the silence for a moment, before a short splash marked a return to calm. “Ha

There is a tree outside my office. It cuts across a thin white building with large, black-framed windows. The trunk starts...

Above all, a good man. Standing outside the slipstream Of mourning Makes someone's death less interesting than a cocktail.

A short screenplay about twelve year old cabin boy Enoch. Forced to be complicit in a mutiny, he learns a lesson on betrayal and ship safety

[1] A figure, barely visible As they approached the tents. Her cloak and headscarf billowed hard. The wind appeared incensed. [2] She...

[1] The man was old and crooked, Like so many before. The caretaker of Smuggler’s Perch And owner of the moor. [2] Smuggler’s Perch, the...