A writer writes

The blacked out windows of the train carriage gave it a menacing look at the station. Significantly enhanced by the squad of soldiers...

The young boy stood on the platform, waiting for his train. His mother and father had just dropped him off moments before in their old...

The old man’s face was a roadmap of a hard life, as he squinted to look at the shiny, silver object in his hand. To others it was a...

(a short story entered in a competition in 2019) The base of the door scraped a deep gash in the linoleum floor as the craggy old man...

When my nephew Oliver was just 3 years old, I started writing a series of short stories for him. The first started from a conversation...

In Genetech P.S. I am exploring the subject of genetic modification. My characters are a husband and wife team. Both brilliant, both...