Nicholas S

Joined March 2023

0 stories

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Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Producer. Weird tales to enthral and appal.

All original works of fiction 👋🏻 handmade in London, UK 🇬🇧

Stories (14/0)

Top Story - September 2023
Take AwayTop Story - September 2023
The following receipts from a pizza restaurant were key evidence in the investigation of the disappearance of 9-year old Macie Adams in south London, in September 2023.
By Nicholas S11 days ago in Horror
A is for Apple
Casey lifts Jonah out of his cot and walks him to the window. Billboards illuminate their faces in Facebook blue and Coca-Cola red.
By Nicholas S17 days ago in Fiction
A Pox
Mr Fitchett the blackmaster rouses me afore dorn. 'Business abounds,' he saith. And I know at wons that the pockes is come upon Whytechappel.
By Nicholas Sabout a month ago in Horror
Top Story - August 2023
Top ReviewerTop Story - August 2023
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By Nicholas Sabout a month ago in Horror
The Eye of the Beholder
‘But mum, noses don’t look like that,’ Shelley tells me, a little too loud for the hushed gallery. ‘That’s what made Picasso special,’ I reply. ‘He saw things differently from everyone else.’
By Nicholas S4 months ago in Fiction
Dear Rupert
Dear Rupert, . I wish there were another way to express the words I have to say. So please accept my deep regrets, that I must use rhyming couplets.
By Nicholas S5 months ago in Poets
The Essentials
I hate shopping. Another chore. Another marker in my week. Usually we get it delivered, the poor delivery person staggering up the driveway with a dozen brown bags. And that’s just one week’s groceries for me and my husband and the four kids.
By Nicholas S5 months ago in Fiction
Miniver
Kelly Litton crinkled her nose and wiped the dust off the window pane. She was on tip-toes trying to see daddy returning in the farm truck.
By Nicholas S5 months ago in Horror
Every Way But Words
As they lay together on the beach, as the day’s embers cooled, she took his face in her hand. She couldn’t help herself. He smiled, wrinkling his nose without opening his eyes. Dried grains of sand tumbled off his cheek as he said, “Do you love me or something?”
By Nicholas S6 months ago in Fiction
The Interstate to Damascus
The heat rose to meet his face. The scorched sidewalk reflected and radiated it. The vehicles on the interstate, passing feet from his elbows, created no breeze, just waves that buffeted him.
By Nicholas S6 months ago in Fiction
Aquafaba
Aquafaba. So innocuous sounding, almost elegant. But the word felt like a knife running up his spine. It was the way she said it to him, like there was an implicit ‘obviously’ afterwards. Like he didn’t deserve to be in the kitchen if he didn’t know what aquafaba was.
By Nicholas S6 months ago in Fiction
The Truffle Cobs
Cesar wielded the knife deftly. Thirty years in kitchens had made him fast and precise. The blade purred through each tomato, the keen edge brushing his calloused fingertips. There were still 20 pounds to dice and the wall clock showed 7 am. He’d been on his feet five hours already.
By Nicholas S6 months ago in Horror