Short stories

Original short stories about the end of the world.

A bright sun above an orange ocean horizon, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Dance up the Sun

I got out of bed, and shivered. Edith said it was the middle of April, and even I remembered April being warmer than this. The clock had run down in the night, even though I’d wound it up at bedtime.

A closed wire gate in a dry, mountainous landscape, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

This Is Not an Exit

The café is cold and blanketed masses huddle over steaming cups of weak tea. The bomb blast took out the windows, even in this hamlet miles from the target.

A deserted residential street disappearing into fog, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Remains

I had to go out. That meant a full hazardous materials suit to avoid the possibility of airborne contagion.

A grassy track winding through a dark green forest, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

After I Watched Her Die

When the bright green light left her eyes, I had no idea of the pain that would come after. I held her body in the forest, on Planet GJ 357 in the Hydra constellation.

An empty institutional yard behind razor wire and a locked fence, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Death Sentence

It’s early evening when you finally get home. You look at the place where your rear view mirror used to be and wonder whether you should get it fixed soon.

An empty stone corridor with pointed arches and pools of light, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Gentle Man

The emptiness of the library was as unsettling as always. Most of the books lining the shelves around her had been written by academic men, a seemingly extinct breed.

Rows of bare orchard trees standing in snow, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Last Cherry Orchard

Bastian sat heavily in the angle formed by tree trunk and crust. He pushed a hand through the topsoil, and cried at the unnatural chemical balance revealed in the narrow, pigmented furrows.

Dark rocky islands and an empty grey coastline, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Island

Dull grey foam swallows the boulders at the cliff base. The foam, cliff and sky all fade into one, grey on grey on grey.

Slender forest trees disappearing into white mist, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Suspirium Viridae

That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean.