Fictional Writing

I write fiction.
A Haunted Night
It had been a long, strenuous day at work and all I looked forward to was the coziness of my warm bed. I didn't need alcohol nor amusement - I just needed to lie down, let my head sink into the pillow, close my eyes and slowly drift into the netherworlds of unconsciousness. But fate had other plans that night...
Bricks
Characters Mr. Johnson Shopkeeper Mrs. Johnson Synopsis A customer, Mr. Johnson, comes into a small British brick shop looking for a cheap brick to fill a hole in the path in his garden. We are introduced to the variety of…
Drilled
As Thomas read the latest news on the Internet, he shook his head in disgust. Yet another government crack-down. Not surprising. Not even unexpected. Over the course of the past decade, the once proud American government had transformed itself into…
Shadows in the Colors
"I see strange things," Seth McLeod told his psychiatrist. "What are these strange things you see, Mr. McLeod?" Dr. Willis asked his patient, who was sitting on a red leather couch directly in front of him. "I don’t really know…
Tales of Fate
There I sat. In the darkness. Alone. My child had just died and I sat near his grave. I lifted my head and looked at the stars. There was a light breeze which I could feel in my hair….
The Rust
To Whomever May Find This: I let my crew down and I let myself down. As captain of our fishing boat, I should have taken more responsibility for my crew. I was panicked though. Scared shitless as they say. I…
Together to One
Charles Hartley was an ordinary gentleman of the late nineteenth century. He was by no means a poor man and was never modest about showing off his good fortune. For the wealth that Charles possessed, although inherited from his recently…
Toy Mouse
I was a witness to the events which will be relayed in the following paragraphs. It was evening and my brother and I had just finished eating supper. I was in my mid-twenties, my brother was in his early twenties…
What Leaves, Must Come Back
It was already dark out and the house was dimly lit. My house, which had been built by my father in 1823, had never been furnished with electricity. If I wanted any light at all during the night hours, I…