Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Gate. Short Story.

Posted on August 31, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Percy shouldered his way through the crowd streaming past him. The God-Empress was giving another one of her speeches and he was seemingly the only one who didn’t really care. She would go on about how the city was doing … Continue reading →

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Endless Distraction. Short Story.

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

“Do it. Go on. You might as well.” “No. I’m not going to do it and you can stop asking me. It’d be mean.” “No, it would be funny.” “I don’t think so.” “You would have thought it was funny … Continue reading →

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Edge of Collapse. Short Story.

Posted on August 26, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Jason looked up and around the room, it had gone quiet. He didn’t like the quiet. The deep grinding noise that filled the air of the city had stopped, and that made Jason nervous. It wasn’t supposed to stop, it … Continue reading →

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Potion Master. Short Story.

Posted on August 24, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Mary held no malice for the people she killed. How could she when she didn’t know them and never would? She knew that her actions killed people, but it was abstract knowledge and she took some solace in that. After … Continue reading →

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Proximity. Short Story.

Posted on August 21, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Harold sat at his desk, fingers hovering above the keyboard. He scanned over what he had written, then deleted it all. It was too long, too wordy. No one would read that, and no one would believe it even if … Continue reading →

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The Bus. Short Story.

Posted on August 19, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Tabitha looked out the window resolutely, the bus trundled onwards, slowly making its way to her destination. Her neck was starting to feel a little sore, but she didn’t want to turn it. Her headphones were firmly placed over her … Continue reading →

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Fairytale Life. Short Story.

Posted on August 17, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Jenny groaned as the alarm started blaring. She turned it off without looking and stretched, yawning as she did so. After rubbing her eyes for a second she sat up and felt around her hair, measuring the length of it. … Continue reading →

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Family Man. Short Story.

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Disposal was the worst part, not because of the smell or anything like that, they were well sealed after all, but because it was boring and time consuming. He had to find new ways and places to get rid of … Continue reading →

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Captives. Short Story.

Posted on August 12, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Diana had been in the cell now for what felt like several months. She thought it had been about six weeks but she wasn’t sure, she kept forgetting her count. There was no outside light down here, just the harsh … Continue reading →

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The Horned Woman. Short Story.

Posted on August 10, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Peter sat down heavily, panting. He had been climbing for what felt like days, his arms were sore and weak. He didn’t know if he could continue. He looked up, there was a gently rolling hill in front of him, … Continue reading →

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