Stories

Short stories I wrote.
Slaughter At Supers

Slaughter at Supers

It’s still dark when Matthew pulls his Toyota into a parking spot in Pepper Street, a cup of cheap coffee clenched in his fist. The

Zombie Wife

Zombie Wife

Across the room from him stands someone, something, grunting and moaning, foam slithering out the side of its mouth. He recognises the pink dress. It’s

Compassion

Compassion

John slips the vehicle into neutral, pulls up the handbrake, flings open the door and steps out onto the tar. He flicks a burning cigarette

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