An old story I seem to keep coming back to.
It never got easier to bury things. Some things just never changed. It was always crap earth in some way. This was thick, sticky, clumping around the base of the spade and making it difficult to drive the metal back into the ground over and over. […]
You never leave, and your unending presence is more of a slap than a whisper. There’s been no break between us for years, and there’s no comfort in the consistency. We’re long past our brief stints of personal space, of relief.
Your feelings and desires came through more powerfully as you became more defined and definite. […]
<Sequel to Hatume, published in the Desire & Madness anthology. Image is Black Scorpion by the ludicrously talented Luis Royo.>
We’re not going to get the cars through the downed buildings. That much is obvious at first glance. At second glance, it looks like bomb work, which is just the bundle of fun […]
An older piece. Just wanted to show that I do write ‘nice’ things as well. Image by Frankisek Staud.
Seahorses
Tominaga-cho, Gion, came to life in the early afternoon, before the purple of dusk seeped into the horizon behind the mountains and whilst the ground was still warm from the midday sun. […]
A few people have said they want to read the story from which an extract made ripples at the conference on Saturday. This piece was written to consciously confront our common desire to look away. Its intent does not lie in the characters or the story itself. It’s a fictionalization of a […]
Spring cleaning, I found this old oddity that never really went anywhere.
The grey, square table was as smooth as taut testicle skin ready for the tattooist’s needle, polished with window cleaner and lined with smeary arcs near the edges. Angel was curled foetal with his eyes shut on the splitting red bench, leant into the […]
The start of something else.
Steamed
Her thigh piston wheezed, coughing out a trickle of grey smoke and dripping lubricant onto the tiled floor. She was pressing an oil rag to the hole, roughly stuffing the damp cloth into italicised chasm with a long finger, cursing in short, hard breaths. Frank wandered over from behind the counter […]
This is the beginning of something bigger.
Cut Off
When I’m inspired and raging about it like the passion is this great beast barrelling around the corridors in my head, I talk to Chloe. She is my idol. We started out just talking online all the time, but then I moved to be closer […]
A quickie written on scraps of paper at work.
At first it had surprised me how quickly we had let go of our interests in killing each other after the crash, but the simple fact was that we needed each other to survive in this frozen place. There weren’t any food supplies on the plane […]
<It’s a simple trick used here. There’s no ‘I’m’ or ‘I’ve’ as they’ve been substituted. The rest is as should be. Try reading it aloud>
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Kayleigh J Moore is a 22 year old author living in Cheltenham in the United Kingdom.