Edward was drenched. It was dark and raining in Versantum. Water ran across the street, streaming through the cobbles, funnelling between fissures whilst droplets pattered in noisy rhythm on the mismatched stones.Continue reading “Short Story – Overture”
Josh stood in a steadily decreasing queue outside the nightclub. He wasn’t out of his comfort zone, but it wasn’t his usual setting; nor was it his place of choice. The guarantee of blaring music and wild visual pyrotechnics hadn’t lured him from the nearby pub; it was, as always, a girl – Natalie.Continue reading “Short Story – Rave of the Dead”
Intro: This is my first foray into short story writing designed to test my capabilities before tackling a much larger project. Feedback pertaining to readability and criticisms are welcome. Hope you enjoy.
First there was the dreams; then came the visions. Fragments that warned, haunted and invited, whether asleep or awake.
And they were getting stronger; even when his eyes were open the dream state took over with a visceral assault of cryptic montages. But what always remained the same was the building at the centre, isolated, and surrounded by dunes of dust that had settled after the war. The dream had beckoned him to follow for so long that he couldn’t hear himself think. He was a victim of the dreamscape and its elusive meaning. It wanted him to answer, so he began to.Continue reading “Short Story – Answer”