Short stories - Spherical Scriptings

On the surface she was sweet as sugar, but underneath, she was pure unadulterated grit and determination…

I was only nine then. Not quite a child, but not yet a man; I was just old enough to have passed beyond innocence, but not yet old enough to understand why.

She is propped up by the rough brick wall, her legs held up to her chest. She is clutching herself tightly, her face buried deep in her knees, hiding a face so long stained with tears they’ve…

Plebs drink local brew

We didn’t even discover their actual name, it was just butler

A grand job for the Sauvé gentleman. A gesture to the himself he wasn’t dull

We’ve gone well beyond zippers now. Clasps are the way of the future

Here was me a female in thought within the body of man hitting a bulls-eye my first launch of ovum seeking genetic coded wrigglers.

The first time I died, I was nineteen.

By the time Siobhan was shouting at me, I was already dead. I’d only had time to scream before I lost an ability to move, and it was Siobhan who had dragged me out of the house. The end had com…

It is nearly over now and nothing matters any more. Not you, not I and not what happened almost fifty years ago. Except the light. And the shadows. They are still with me, and I hold on to them…

The two children ran through the crowded streets, bags with wet swim gear slapping against their bare legs. The boy was falling beh…

The cops didn’t think it strange at all when I requested to see my crazy ex-lover who had confessed I was her favorite dish to be with lots of fresh green salad and vinaigrette.

With rhythmic movements she wiped the dust from pristine gloves and wiggled her way across the floor…

Carly’s eyes opened slowly. Groaning softly as pain shot through her body, at first, all she could perceive was total darkness. It took a few moments for her to see the faint line of light that…

I sat in the front seat, where your nose bleeds and I watched every game

she gradually shifted the chaos, controlling the over spill and reorganising the cupboard until a glimpse of a smile gave her hope.

When he pointed the gun at my head, I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes and I didn’t think about the people that I loved.