The following six is the opening three tweets to my twitter tale, called Undone (it's a tale of love and magic and murder).



“Emergency services, how can I help you?” “My girlfriend, she’s hurt, she’s bleeding badly…” “OK, we need to stop that, here’s what you do…”



But the bleeding doesn’t stop & here I sit on a plastic chair in a hospital corridor, with the sounds & smells of sickness all around me.



A tall man in a white overcoat walks reluctantly… Continue

"If I were rich, or I were famous," she sings of the joys of not being number one
and there's a guy behind her, standing there with a yellow balloon and a bag of popcorn
and he's making faces at his family in the audience, trying to get them to hurry along
and he's an idiot - oblivious to what's going on
but we're still tapping our feet and clapping our hands cos it's a really cool song
and if I were rich or she were famous, we'd neither of us be here, having fun.

This is my first story to be published - it's up on Thrillers, Killers n Chillers, which is a website for new authors to showcase their work, co-edited by fellow 6Ser, Col Bury.

My story can be read (if you want to) here: Home

(a double 6 and hopefully the last one that rhymes!)



Mirrors can't be trusted, I've known that a long time; I would take a drink, braced against the sink, watching myself all the while - I wanted to trace my own destruction, but my reflection looked fine; far prettier and younger than me, yet her face so like mine.



"Who are you?" I would ask her, "and don't tell me any lies."

"I'm the girl you could have been," my reflection would reply.



From the mirror my… Continue

I once thought I was buried alive, but surely I was only dreaming; but then when my eyes opened onto pitch night, I woke myself up by screaming. I screamed until my throat was raw, but no one came for me; they thought me dead, it was far too late, there would be no rescue for me. It was cold down there and I was afraid and there was no room in the dark for me; I was buried deep, it was far too late and there was no more air to breathe.



I dug my way out, my fear fading fast, like the… Continue