Monthly Archives: November 2015

Changes. Short Story.

Posted on November 30, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Marie sat in the dark. She didn’t want any light, when the lights were on she could see how she really looked. The way her skin was mottled, the way her fingers were twisted and bent, the writhing of her … Continue reading →

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Parasite. Short Story.

Posted on November 27, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Shelly’s stomach clenched as she heaved again, her stomach was sore and her throat burned, she gasped for breath, then threw up again. By now there was nothing but a thin, mucousy gruel, as it was there wasn’t much to … Continue reading →

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Fortress. Short Story.

Posted on November 25, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Helen pulled back the curtain and peered out onto the street. There was no one out there. At least, no one that she could see. She let the curtain fall back into place and opened her fridge. She would need … Continue reading →

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Aftermath. Short Story.

Posted on November 23, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

“Well shit.” He looked down at her then pulled his phone from his pocket. “Hi, I’ve got another one. Yeah. Same place.” He hung up and put his phone away. They’d be here shortly. That was good at least. Matt … Continue reading →

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The Smiles. Short Story.

Posted on November 20, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

It was the dog that signalled the start of it, though I didn’t realise it at the time. I was sitting in my kitchen, having a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. The neighbours dog was at it again, … Continue reading →

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The Flash. Short Story.

Posted on November 18, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

So writing stuff down is supposed to be a good way to get your thoughts in order and I really need to get them all in order because what I’m thinking makes no sense but it feels right. It sounds … Continue reading →

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Clean Break. Short Story.

Posted on November 16, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Charles stopped digging, his hands were sore, in places blisters were starting to form. He wiped the sweat from his brown, covering his forehead in muck. He leaned against the shovel, panting heavily. He didn’t know how long he had … Continue reading →

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Clean Up. Short Story.

Posted on November 13, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Stacy bent to examine the body, he were huddled over, long gouges ripped from his arms and legs. “It looks like he did it to himself.” “Why would anyone do that?” “I don’t know, maybe some kind of rash or … Continue reading →

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Ascension Day. Flash Fiction

Posted on November 11, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Jasper shuffled through the papers on his desk, scanning over them again. Everything was in order, but it was always good to double check. It wasn’t a big batch today, only twenty to be ascended. It had been a bit … Continue reading →

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Nothing Left but Memories. Short Story.

Posted on November 9, 2015 by Alan James Keogh

Joseph lay on the bed, struggling to breathe. Every day was constant pain now, ever since he had stopped taking all the drugs they tried to force on him. He didn’t like how they made him feel, sure they dulled … Continue reading →

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