Category: Sketches

Burning Bridges

Danny had been sick of it all for a long time. The people around him. Traffic. His job at the factory.

He manipulated the heating system. Stashed all the pallets into the same room, lit a candle. Barred all doors.

-Isn’t it very hot in here today? Mr Rachman said to his secretary.

-It is, she answered. -It is quite hot. She looked out of the window. It had been rather cold in the morning.

Down on the floor Parker looked over at the door to the storage room. -Why is the gate closed? We’re supposed load the truck!

-I have no idea, it was open last time I checked.

-And where the fuck is Danny? Get the… (more)

Deep Roots

They lived under ground. They had been for as long as anyone could remember, for as long as their legends and myths could tell. Outside the moon was shining, creating beautiful silhouettes of the tree tops towards the night sky.

They were waiting. Waiting for the sign.

-The roots will some day speak, the Elder said, as he had done so many full moons. -That’s the day we will move out into the open.

-How do you know? a little child asked… (more)

Open Window

This is an interactive story, where you (lucky you!) get to be the protagonist. Read the first part, give me your next move, and I’ll tell you how your story ends. Good luck.

You sit before your desk, squeezing your pain and fears out on the paper, disguised as fiction, told in another person’s life. The horrors of the past, the nights of loneliness.

You’re tired. It’s been a long day, first the day job, then writing till late at night. You put your pen down and go to the kitchen.

You cut a slice of bread and get a glass of water. Take you shoes off, put them under your bed. It’s a warm night, and you leave your window open… (more)