Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend’s last-minute confession, but there it was. Looping the heavy train over one arm, she walked away from the church. Mum was right. Men are pigs. This fifty word…
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A hand grabs my neck, pulling me away from my siblings—away from the warmth and safety at my mother’s belly. I want to keep drinking and I latch onto a nipple but the hand is too strong. It belongs to a man who smells of smoke and sweat and something else. Something bad. He picks…
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I’m not alone here, in the darkness. There are many of us, all brothers and sisters in a way. The human keeps us in a drafty place with hard floors. Too many of us in such a small space. My nose is numb with the scent of our own urine and waste. There is not…
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“Come on, boy. Let’s go.” “Yay! Are we going out? For a walk!? Right now!? Play fetch? I want to know!” My nose already smells the world outside. The smell of wet grass and dogs walking past… I can’t not jump up and down. “Quit barking, you idiot. That’s the reason we gotta to do…
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My mother, like me, was born right here. In the barn of Nasty Man. My sister and me were only pups when he came to take us away from her. His scent was everywhere, and it’s all we’d ever known. A door opened on the other side of the barn and our mother stepped in…
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“Min, no lifting. Pete and I have got this.” Rob pointed Minnie towards the console. She scoffed at the two men sending her stern looks across the bed of their patient. “It’s called pregnancy. It’s not a disease.” Turning on her heel, she walked over to the console to prepare the CT scan. “Radiology, this…
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I don’t just love writing. I adore storytelling as well. What better way to do that than by narrating my own short stories? Whenever I have time, I record adio versions of my stories and post them to my Soundcloud account. This story holds a special place in my heart, as you can read in…
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Thirty minutes to go. Minnie turned away from the clock on the wall and, smiling at the patient on the stretcher in front of her, raised the bedside rail and adjusted the elderly woman’s blanket. “OK, Ms. Parker. I’m going to take you back to the ER and the doctor will come and see you…
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