Camping with the Devil

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Barry sat beside the main road, waiting for his mate Callum. It was a fairly cool summer night, a good night to go camping.

His Love of April

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Locked within the small, bland prison cell, Dwayne sat on his bed clutching a photograph. He glanced around the beige walls where he’d hung various pencil drawings, drawings of her. Looking back at the picture he was filled with joy.

The 25th Hour

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Once there was a time I believed that a day consisted of a mere twenty-four hours, twelve in the morning, twelve in the afternoon. That was a long time ago.

The 25th Hour

The 25th Hour is the first horror story I ever wrote. I was at a writing retreat when I was asked to try my hand at horror, using a title from another story Thirteen O’clock as a prompt.