Creative Writing

My name is Henry Carpenter and I am just a regular guy. I tell myself this for twenty minutes every morning, beginning at 8:02, and I repeat the mantra again at 6:36pm. If I tell myself this, I do not hurt people. If I don’t… An insurance salesman called at 6:34pm. I didn’t realise what […]

Simon Powell sat at the table in the village hall, and motioned for quiet. The dull hubbub of voices in the audience died away, leaving behind a silence so pregnant it almost gave birth on the floor. A young man stumbled forwards onto the stage, forced on by an assistant in the wings. Simon recognised […]

A piercing caw broke the midnight silence. Maxwell Fischer groaned and pried open his crusted eyelids. Moonlight sneaked through a gap in the curtains and fell across the carpet in silky waves. He threw back the covers and swung his feet to the floor with a thud. “Not again,” he growled. He hauled himself upright and glared […]

Dora sat near the back of the room, a trashy romance novel in her hand, and a glass of cheap lemonade on the table. She paused at the end of each page to glance around the cavernous basement bar. The hotel dated back to 1910, but the current decor screamed 1980s time warp. Even the […]

The sun’s sliding down the sky towards the horizon and the dying husk of the city lies quiet around me. Only the sound of my horse’s hooves on the grass of Victory Park breaks the silence. I’m not worried about the noise. They only come out if they hear humans, and they don’t stir much […]

You made it too easy for us. You and your 24 hour lifestyles, all those all-night joints just crammed full of people, neon tubes lighting the place brighter than the sun. Talk about ‘all you can eat’. You just didn’t see it coming. You called us folklore, said anyone who believed in us was primitive. […]