Short love stories are often sad. It means it didn’t work out for two people who started out with hope, but discovered that hope, being the last thing at the bottom of the jar, wasn’t enough. A good gangster story, one that goes down in the Continue Reading
The Safest Room in the Club
I’d always wanted to be a thief. The type who didn’t get caught. Well, I met Dave. That was good luck. He taught me the art of robbing and thieving. Robbing took me away from the miserable shithole I was born into, and put me into the Continue Reading
The Thing that Happened to My Snooping Neighbour
Rustling paper, tearing, ripping, followed by the flop of a heavy envelope landing on my desk made me realise that I wasn’t really alone in my little room. I had just woken up. It was deepest winter and my whole body, including my head, was Continue Reading
Dark Stories from Between the Cracks of Time — Part II
I heard a very low humming sound coming from inside somebody’s pocket. One of the two men sitting at the table behind me pulled out his phone and clicked a button. The phone stopped ringing. The man standing at the toilet door put his phone Continue Reading