Category: Short Stories

This is the title story from my collection of the same name. The Journey By Sherrie Lowe The December sunshine slants straight in through my windscreen as I turn the key in the ignition. I’ll be heading west so I suppose it will sear into my eyes until it sinks below the horizon, then the resulting sunset…

Contributed by: Robert James Bridge 1 To put into 800 words a lifetime’s experiences would, I am afraid, be almost impossible and at the age of seventy seven it becomes even harder, but I will of course try to install into the world today how, as a war baby and at seven years old, how…

Foreword: This story is about the world and some of the characters from the book John Sharpe: No. 1,348 but it in no away affects or is affected by reading said book and is set many years before the book.   A long time ago, in a land far away, there was an almost handsome young…

The smell of roast pork tantalised his nostrils and made his mouth water. It was a long time since he had eaten his sandwiches and his circular route through the New Forest should have brought him back to Hinton Admiral Station by now. But there had been no sign of a railway line, let alone…

I live in a box. It’s dark and lonely and cramped. Built by someone with no flair for design it has no redeeming features, in fact it has no features at all it’s just a boring box. No colour seeps into my world, no light shines through the cracks between the walls, no sunshine warms…

The day that I died was ordinary.  Ordinary until I died, that is.  I suppose for everybody else, it was still pretty ordinary – people die all the time, but I’d never died before so it wasn’t ordinary for me.  It was extraordinary. Death is nowhere near as exciting – nor as worrying, as I’d…