“How dare he? The sleazy damp cloth,” Manon hissed as she tied her belt, daggers rattling against her thighs. She’d show him. Become...

Another of the track and the old station came into view, its rickety wooden beams and rusted seats matching the wild branches of the...

Sweat trickled down Rokka’s face. It was a rare sunny day in Koros and he was not prepared for it. He wiped his brow and fanned his navy...

“What is that rubbish?” The woman scoffed. BlobFace looked at the box of cookies in his hand. They were his favourite flavour; chocolate...

As a thank you for reaching over 100 followers on Instagram, here's one of my more dark short stories. Her sister lay slumped across a...