Tom Fox

Joined February 2021

0 stories

Bio

Storyteller. English Teacher in the North.

“My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.”

Stories (2/0)

May Day
Jason feels the sun rising behind him, the heat crawling up the back of his calves and seeping under his shorts as he slows his stroll. From the path he can see the three arches that made up the May Day bridge from the river, creating a triplet of half closed eyes lidded with the freshly sprung leaves of the forest behind. They were awaking from a slumber much like he had, preparing for a new day, a fresh start, a long awaited renewal.
By Tom Fox2 years ago in Fiction
The Closest Thing To Ours
Frances checked the directions again on her mental drive after she stepped out of the silent MagCab. She felt the air juggle with her silver hair as the vehicle shot up into the air, leaving her on a rare cobbled pavement at the bottom of the city, questioning whether this was the right thing to do, the right place for her to be. A sharp pain ran through her back, the awkwardness of the slouched seating in the cab having effected her ninety four year old body, and she used a modification Sarah had bought her to send a burst of well-needed heat around her tightened muscles.
By Tom Fox3 years ago in Futurism