A Little Family
After a long journey through the forest, the Little family settle down to their campfire to share an evening meal.
After a long journey through the forest, the Little family settle down to their campfire to share an evening meal.
A short story based on a dream I had. I wrote it out as an exercise in writing, and published it myself as a small zine in 2005. Yes, the title does bare a resemblance to Augustine’s classic work “A Tale of two Cities” for a reason. The allegory of the gospel isn’t perfect, but it’s worth thinking over. …
I shall recount for you my (explosive) memories of the Parthenon in Athens. …
I don’t usually write horror short stories. But this writing exercise that came up for a Year 10 class I was relief-teaching for came up and intrigued me. What makes a good horror is you take something thats meant to be safe, comfortable and ordinary, and then you flip it on its head so it becomes the opposite. A day at the beach in the shallow water? No, there’s a giant and hungry shark on the loose. A time to relax in your new house, going to sleep in your comfortable, warm bed? No, there’s a ghost in the room that freezes the air around you so you can’t breathe. Or like here, an ordinary blot of mud. Or is it something more? And then there’s the mystery of why this character’s friends are disappearing – a second layer of horror. …