Short Stories

Dillon clearly remembered that his Grandma Sarah had told him that the Wishing Tree never gave any wishes without taking something in return, but he still knew he just had to make the wish. His need was too great to ignore. The Wishing Tree was set deep in a forested...

The following is a short story I wrote for a competition. The requirements were: no more than 500 words; I had to use the words paint, shift, wave and toast; I had to include something being shared. Please let me know what you think of my attempt. Thank you. The hole...

Mark learned about his terminal illness on a day that seemed made for vibrant life, not the Pale Horseman. When his oncologist told him in a tone of great sorrow that his brain tumour was inoperable, and that he would have only two months to live, the ray of sun...

They talk about me as if I cannot hear or see them. I may be quiet, reticent and inwardly-focused, but I am normal – at least, to myself I feel normal. The doctors say I am an autistic child suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome, and I am helpless to ask them not to...

He feared the decision, yet he knew he had no other option.  “Either decide now,” he told himself, “or you should never have come to this stage in the first place.” The wind tugged hard at his flapping cloak. He was only peripherally aware of it, barely registering...