Category: Short Stories

It was dark but for the stars twinkling above. Crouched behind a tree, her muscles were tight and she was ready to run. She clenched her teeth to stop them from rattling through cold and fear, and looked all around to see if he had found her. Her heavy breathing rumbled through the silence and…

‘How hard can it be to write a novel?’ thought Joe as he walked through the town towards the Job Centre. Redundancy could be the best thing that ever happened to him; a golden opportunity for a new career as a writer. Passing the library he stopped to look at a notice in the window…

It’s play time.  The children dart around the sloped concrete playground, on which is painted the bright but worn lines of various sports pitches used for PE, layered over one another as though jostling for space.  They run and scream and play and giggle, the children.  Little girls in little grey pinafores and little boys…

He had kept his mother alive in his thoughts.  Too alive, perhaps.  No, not perhaps, he thought.  Definitely.  She kept berating him. “Oi!” she cried.  “You be careful about what you are thinking about your poor old mum.  I can see them you know, the words you think.  They float right past me in this…

The Curse of the Cheap Lipstick I was ready for my interview; arrived early, driven past company headquarters, found somewhere to park, checked my make up in the rear vision mirror, delved into handbag for lipstick – gone? I rummaged then tipped out all the contents on the passenger seat, no lipstick. There were no…

A Tale of Two Towns The couple winding their way down Glastonbury Tor were in colourful contrast to the middle aged couple, in their matching National Trust green anoraks, marching up the hill. She wore flowing skirts in every hue from lilac to violet and her Peruvian hand knitted jacket brightened the grey afternoon. He…

Back in the day, there was a guy named Grunt who went wandering in the wilderness. Everyone assumed that he had gotten lost because he was such a prolific dumbass. When he stumbled back into camp his eyes stared wildly, which disturbed people at first. Racing to the stream, he drank gallons. His body was…

This time I was determined to get to the end of the book. Last time I was out by chapter three, without my name even being mentioned. Then there was the time I was the lead character in the sub plot, all was going well until the editing stage… The clothes were uncomfortable, it was…

Farmer Giles farms sheep.  I mean farmed.  He farmed sheep.  And not very well, I might add, but he’d managed to keep a few of them alive until the night of the storm.  That’s when he employed my assistance, of course, and everything changed.  Everything always changes when they employ my assistance – that’s what…

Here is a seasonal tale taken from my collection of short stories and poems entitled JUST A MOMENT. Christmas baubles, the symbol of joy, peace, goodwill – or are they? The Sinister Bauble By Sherrie Lowe I am ambivalent towards Christmas. It is stereotypically the time of love, joy, peace and goodwill, the time of…

It started with a bumble bee and ended with the saving of a whale; thousands of signatures on the petition protesting to Sea Worlds in U.S.A. for keeping Killer Whales in captivity. Saving the World from my computer was simple and addictive, till the day the door bell rang. I thought they were Mormons, two…