All tagged short story

The Sword

Between my ribs a sword is thrust. It goes in below the heart and comes out at the backside of the opposite hip. I can’t recall when it went in, but it must be some time ago now.

On the Forest Floor

It hadn’t always been like this. In fact, it was mere days since this forest was a place of whimsy for her. She had wandered around, creating fantasies of a lover who would whisk her away and give her a happy ending...

The Shore

December. I have got into the habit of walking to the shore in the dark. It’s a little way off from my house, and getting there in the dark is often difficult, since I never carry any light with me…