The guy next door had always seemed a bit strange. He didn’t leave his house for work every day, which made me wonder how he got the money to survive. He had glasses that magnified his eyes like a bug and hair that always stood on end like he had recently been running his hands through it. When he did come out of his house he would say weird things like “passion is coming along nicely,” and “I’ve almost cracked fearlessness.” I would just smile, nod and walk away.
After suffering years of verbal and sexual abuse jade was finally free her mother left that giant red demon. Just To be put into servitude it was like a living Cinderella Story. Take care of the small children ,clean the house and cook the meals . jade woke up every morning and cooked breakfast for her two younger brothers , she got them ready one brother grey eyes was walked to his school bus stop the youngest brother old soul was taken to the baby sitter.by this time jade would always miss her school bus and would
Books 1 & 2 (to date) can be read at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations
The Story of Blue Crystal Seven
In 2013, I was studying for a degree in English. As part of this, I was required to write a short story and adapt it into a script.
Quite ironic Voltrex thought to himself as his car neared the enlarging lunar rock. One of the newest customers... and I'm sent to their furthest outlet away. Windows glittering in the sunlight silenced any further inward conversation as the nearing city exposed its details. "Welcome to Strong Rock, Home of our first steps" a sign read as his ship sped by to its destination within the moon's capital city.
The end was a message in a bottle, locked in a chest, left behind in an abandoned castle at the heart of a forest. Tara leaned back in her chair, watching the leaves slip by, and smiled. The carriage was making good time along the roads, rickety as it was and uneven as they were, and the breeze carried the faintest smell of woodsmoke in through the quarter glass. Overhead, she could hear the coachman grunting commands to the horses from his perch, and beneath her she could feel the thrum of the wheels turning over beaten earth. The trees were tall and uniform, blurring into one as they rushed past her window; they stretched out in every direction, as far as the eye could see. It was like a mirrored corridor in a parlour trick, reflecting itself onwards forever.
Books 1 & 2 (to date) can be read at: Deep Sky Stories
He was a grandfather lying in his bed, surrounded by loved ones. His body bore the scars of time. His face carved with lines from some cosmic sculptor. His body broken. Each breath building towards his last one. His family was with him. He knew it was coming but didn’t want them to know, and right before the last gulp of air, he smiled.