Odds and Sods - Short Stories

You’re walking back from school. You had an hour’s detention with Mr Smith for not handing your English homework in on time – great; Mum’s going to...

21:23, that evening – 02/09/67 “ Car 12k. Car 12k. Reported shots fired at Detective Caruthers’ Ford Mainline Sedan. Registration: Kilo Lima Hotel-...

“I’ve been at this all morning.” he said, nodding determinedly. “I’ll catch this one, you’ll see.” He draped the fishhook into the pool, puffing on...

Considered titles: The Misfit. The Misfit's Deadliest Sin. Survival and Retribution in Georgia. A Slow Pilgrimage to Georgia. This is a piece for University submission, it had to be a prequel/sequel to Flannery O'Connor's 1953 short: A Good Man is Hard to Find - definitely worth a read! All comments will be seriously appreciated and returned on your recent works when they pop up! Regards, J. A. Stapleton.

‘Catch me when you can…’ Dr. A. Sippitt washed his hearty breakfast of green figs and yoghurt down with a lukewarm cup of tea and slipped his...

“It seemed a fitting song to kiss the America I knew goodbye: You Belong to Me – The Duprees. I heard it first back in ’62 when America was merely an...

“Home is where you hang your hat” – English Proverb. Rather than feeling nostalgic or sentimental , one should simply accept any place where one...

The whole thing was bizarre, très à la Bond . Waiting in my name were tickets to Copenhagen International.

On those wintry nights, Ms. Abigail Parker wasn't sure exactly when the day ended, and the evening began.

JOSEPH GETTLER sat in silence: staring at his eggs, at his new breakfast bar, with his wife and two daughters laughing, in his six-bed Cambridge townhouse, feeling like he’d become completely unstuck.

Frank Klein figured he was being watched the moment the doors closed behind him with their pneumatic hiss.