‘Where do rocks come from?’
‘I said, where do rocks come from?’ Sally pushed ineffectually on her dad’s leg, trying to take his attention away from the phone in his hand.
‘Sally, I have to some important work stuff, can you go annoy your mum?’
‘Mum went to the shop.’
‘Fine, but I’m busy, so can you please go away?’
Sally stared at her dad, disgust etched across her face, but he didn’t even glance in her direction. After a few seconds, she unleashed a snort of fury, turning and stomping away.
Continue reading “Stuck In The Mud”
Introduction: Thirty-one days later and I have made it. As promised yesterday, this is another ghost story which seems only right with it being Halloween and all. I also want to say thank you to anyone who has read any of these stories; it means a lot to me that you’d take time out of your day to do so. It’s been fun! Challenging but fun. Now, enjoy the final one.
Continue reading “It’s Calling Me”
Introduction: For my final two tales, I want to return to where I started, ghost stories. Not just because it’s Halloween, although that plays a part, but because I fucking love ghosts. The idea of a pale figure standing in the corner watching me will never fail to send a shiver down my spine, and what’s better than that? However, as much as that is true, today’s ghost story is a ghost story that’s not really about the ghost (wow, that was a lot of ghosts). I’d love to pretend that what it is about is subtly hidden away, but it’s not, it’s pretty fucking obvious. Still, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Continue reading “The Ghost In My Head”
Introduction: Today’s short story brings us to the sea, and into the arms of whatever it is that lives below the waves. I’ve always liked the sea and have lived my entire life in cities that sit next to it, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little bit. The thought of all that water, filled with things that we don’t know about? Yea, fucking terrifying.
Continue reading “The Story Of My Scar”
Introduction: Today’s story got away from me a bit, to the extent that I had no idea how to end it. You know, everyone slags off Stephen King for his endings, but they are really hard. There’s a reason I tend to just kill everyone. Anyway, there is something in this idea, and it may well be one I return to in the future. At the moment, this is all you’re getting.
Continue reading “That’s Me”
Introduction: Today marks the moment that I slip over the halfway mark of this daft challenge and I am quietly proud of what I’ve achieved so far. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t for a second think every story is good, but I’ve managed to keep going, sitting down every day to come up with an idea and, more importantly, writing it. I think there is merit in that, right? Anyway, today’s prompt was the bulk of the first sentence, enjoy.
Continue reading “Fridges From The Sky”
Introduction: I fucking love slasher films. Give me a bunch of dumbass teens being chopped up for 90 minutes, and I’m probably going to have a good time, regardless of quality. This story, which was inspired by the prompt alarm, is my attempt to capture a bit of that slasher magic, enjoy.
Continue reading “The Last Thing She Saw”
Introduction: um, okay. Today’s prompt was squirrel. There is no squirrel in this story. I started planning one thing and then it went in a very different direction which, I admit, defeats the purpose of using prompts. A story is a story, though, right? This one is longer than all the others because I got carried away, but I hope it’s enjoyable all the same.
Continue reading “The Woods Know Everything”