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Children - Part 1 (An Asylum Tale)
With Auld Lang Syne still ringing round her head, Katie stepped up the kerb, misjudged the height and tripped. She reached out for the nearby lamppost to steady herself, missed, and crunched hard onto the pavement. ‘All acquaintances have forgotten me now,’ she slurred as she crawled to the streetlight and pulled herself to her feet. She was successful on the third attempt. She bent over to look at the damage. Blood dribbled from a cut on her knee but thankfully the multipl
6 days ago9 min read


Rescue Mission (An Asylum Interlude)
A wave thundered against the prow of the boat, pitching the small craft upwards and throwing Badger to the deck. To steady herself, she clutched at the nearest thing she could find. However, her fellow gnome, Mallet, was not secured and together they tumbled across the floor as the sea bounced and jostled beneath the boat. The gnomes rolled around wildly. Mallet appeared to be made of nothing but knees and elbows. Another wave crashed into the side of the boat, sending it in
Dec 4, 20259 min read


In Sheep's Clothing (An Asylum Tale)
The weather had turned by the time Elaine reached Marita’s home. The unseasonal warmth of October, which had stretched into the first week of November, was now gone and the approaching winter bared its fangs. The sleeveless top, a perfect match for her autumnal-hued skirt, was no longer appropriate for enjoying the communal bonfire at the local park. ‘Do you have something warm I can borrow?’ she asked Marita. ‘My mother’s got a vintage poncho. It’s so soft. Go and help you
Nov 6, 20256 min read


Harvester (An Asylum Tale)
‘It could be goblins or pixies,’ Fletch said from where he crouched near the hole in the ground. ‘But it’s more likely to be badgers or foxes.’ Deakes looked around. Pumpkins lined the field in neat rows, stretching from hedgerow to hedgerow. He estimated there to be around seven hundred of the orange fruit in this field alone. Or rather, there would have been that many had some not been uprooted and stolen. The small pit he and Fletch stood around represented one of about f
Oct 2, 20259 min read


Dead Again (An Asylum Tale)
[Content Warning: strong language] When Andrea had told Deakes the job was at Platform Nine, he had expected a train station not the hell in which he now found himself. No room to breathe, people crammed shoulder to shoulder. Oppressive heat, weighted with the acrid mix of perspiration and beer. Darkness which was only intensified by strobing lights. A perpetual haze that clouded his vision and stung the back of his throat. But the worst of it was the noise. Discordant soun
Sep 4, 20257 min read


A Change of Heart (An Asylum Tale)
The small aquarium rested on a side counter in one of the labs. Inside, the kidney-shaped creature lay still. Its white tail flickered occasionally and one green stalk lazily waved, the only signs it was alive. ‘This little fellow caused all that trouble?’ Thomas Harris asked. ‘We think it passed from host to host,’ said Andrea Buchannan. ‘I honestly wouldn't have captured it without Jordan's help.’ Harris turned his calculated gaze on Jordan Deakes. ‘You look like you’ve
Aug 7, 20256 min read


Enemy Within (An Asylum Tale)
[Content warning: strong language / sexual scene] Thomas Harris had the chest and arms of a wrestler and the grip to match. Lances of pain shot through Deakes’s hand as Harris squeezed but he was able to keep the pain from showing on his face. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jordan,’ Harris said as he waved Deakes into a chair beside Andrea, ‘but I worry that we have wasted your time.’ Andrea rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t dismiss him so readily,’ she said. ‘He found Salina in recor
Jul 3, 202510 min read


The Heiress – Part 3 (An Asylum Prologue)
Tears filled Salina Edison’s eyes as she looked at the image of her mother. When she raised her gaze to Deakes, her face was filled with...
Jun 5, 20257 min read


The Heiress – Part 2 (An Asylum Prologue)
‘People don’t turn into birds. It’s a physical impossibility.’ Jordan Deakes was back in Starbucks, sitting across from Andrea and her colleague. She’d introduced the man as Fletch when they’d caught up with him on the roof. The disappointment of losing Salina was etched into Andrea’s face and she had asked him back to her car for a debriefing. Deakes had declined, preferring to stay in a public place, and instead suggested the coffee shop. ‘Yet it happened,’ he said. ‘I ju
May 1, 20258 min read


The Heiress – Part 1 (An Asylum Prologue)
Deakes had spotted his tail several streets earlier and played ignorant. He allowed the car to follow him through the city, ensuring his speed was not too slow to arouse suspicion and not too fast to lose his shadow. It bode well that someone deemed him important enough to keep tabs on; his investigation must be heading in the right direction. He took random turns as he contemplated his options. He wanted to find out who was following him, and to do so before he headed over
Apr 3, 20259 min read


Flash Fiction
The Prize Dragon Peak’s greatest treasure lay beyond the final door. Taryn the Illiterate’s year-long quest was nearing an end. Taking the emerald ring he had liberated from Mage Ragnoff’s tomb, he placed it into a notch in the gate. Rumbling underfoot preceded the portal’s opening. As the door swung inward, the shade of Ragnoff materialised. Chanting the Incantation of Protection, Taryn safely passed into the chamber beyond. His mouth gaped as he looked around. The walls
Mar 6, 20251 min read


Trouble at Olympus
The bartender shouted four words which froze Rick’s blood: ‘Show me some ID.’ Shrugging in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, he pulled out his wallet and handed her the driver’s licence. Her eyes flicked from his face to the photo and back again. ‘Chris O. Komes?’ she said flatly. ‘That’s me,’ Rick lied. The woman smiled discreetly, hinting that she got the joke – one that Rick was clueless to – then nodded and returned the card. As she poured the beers, she tapped t
Feb 6, 20257 min read


Suicide
[Content warning: suicidal ideology.] Peter Rogers took another slug from the bottle and counted the pills laid out before him. Four paracetamol, seven aspirin, sixteen cod liver oil capsules and a bottle of St John’s Wort. Taking the lot would only result in a bad taste in his mouth, one so strong that even the whiskey wouldn’t wash it away. As he contemplated his options, his eyes found their way back to the TV screen. The stern face of the black news anchor glared out at
Jan 9, 20253 min read


Stocking Fillers
Author's note: the story written for this month's prompt, What the eye doesn’t see, has been entered into a competition and cannot be released until after the competition deadline. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy these pieces of seasonal microfiction. The Gift As he stepped into the living room, Jimmy was amazed at the sight before him. The room was teeming with gifts; under the tree, resting on the couch, piled up before the fire place. He leapt at the closest one, strugg
Dec 5, 20243 min read


Psychography
Preface Inspiration is a timid sprite whose presence is sometimes absent for months at a time. As this month’s prompt has scared the muse away, I considered trying free-flow writing. I’ve tried this method in the past and usually deliver terrible puns, create borderline offensive caricatures or rip off other people’s novels. So I thought I’d have a stab at automatic writing. In case you’re not aware, automatic writing – also known as psychography – is a method whereby the pr
Nov 7, 20244 min read


Dreamcatcher - Chapter Five
Watching Erin step into Momoka’s dreaming body hurt Teddy Finch’s eyes. Both women occupied the same space at the same time, a fact his mind told him was impossible. But he saw it regardless of years of innately understanding the laws of physics. Erin was taller than the Japanese girl, her blond hair longer. This meant Momoka’s brown eyes stared at him from Erin’s chin while Erin’s words were formed by lips set in Momoka’s forehead. These lips moved now, Erin’s voice issuing
Oct 2, 20247 min read


Dreamcatcher - Chapter Four
The air was vibrant with myriad aromas. Salted popcorn, sweet cotton candy and the richness of frying onions from the hot dog stands danced above the astringent odour of oil, hot metal and warm bodies. Among the familiar smells of home were the exotic scents of foreign delicacies; Yakitori, Takoyaki, Ningyo-yaki. Tumbling unsteadily from the Waltzer, Pike McClaren and Momoka Yamagishi clung to one another to stay upright. Momoka giggled wildly as she gazed up into his face.
Sep 4, 20248 min read


Dreamcatcher - Chapter Three
The staff cafeteria in the Triton hotel was raucous as usual. Groups of Housekeeping staff chatted noisily while the women from Bookings guffawed at the flirtatious attempts of the Maintenance team. Despite the cacophony, Finch had to fight to keep his eyes open. At his table in the corner, he tried to focus on the salad before him. His vision blurred, making the food blend together in an unfocused mess. On top of this, his left wrist ached from when – he assumed – he had sl
Jul 31, 20246 min read


Dreamcatcher - Chapter Two
With the creature in hot pursuit, Erin raced along the gloomy corridor. She passed an antique bureau cluttered with porcelain clown ornaments, vaulted over a fallen bag of golf clubs and reached a four way intersection. The soft thud of eight advancing feet urged her onward. Blindly turning left, she shot down the passage. On her right, glassy-eyed clowns stared up at her from an aged bureau. As she approached a golf bag which lay across her path, she recognised that she was
Jul 3, 20246 min read


Dreamcatcher - Chapter One
Teddy Finch had once read that people dream in black and white. He knew that to be false as his nighttime encounters with Mae B. Naughty were always in glorious technicolour. Finch would look out from Mae’s eyes as she strode confidently through her life, whether that be shopping at Macy’s or dining with Marilyn. Whatever dreamscape Finch found her in, Mae was invariably dressed in her trademark jade cocktail dress complete with matching elbow-length gloves. At the top of ea
Jun 6, 20245 min read
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