Bless me Father, for I Have Sinned

The door to the confessional opened, the light burned my eyes and I squinted. I heard the person sit, and I waited.

“What have you come to confess, my child,” I said, listening to the heavy breathing in the booth next to me.

“It’s okay, you are among God now.”

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned,” the man’s voice announced. Read more »


As he lay on the wet grass, he woke up confused. Getting his bearings, he rose to his feet. He sweated, he looked nervous; In a panicked state he ran.

He pushed himself through the crowds that lined the main streets, turning left and right, appearing guided, knowing where his destination was. Read more »

A Stranger in a Nightclub

I never meant to stay out all night; it was supposed to be an early night. Just us girls, down the local for a couple of drinks to send me off halfway around the world to start the next chapter of my life. But it didn’t end at 10:30pm when it was supposed to. One drink turned into two, turned into five. Read more »

Invisible Friend

I tossed and turned in bed trying to sleep. I heard mummers from the floor below. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before getting up.

“What is it, honey?” My wife asked.

“I think I can hear Scott talking in his bedroom again,” I responded. Read more »

The Turing Test

I waited for what seemed like hours before I was called in.

“Come on in, Mr Johnson,” the man in the immaculately ironed suit announced.

I was pushed into the over-bright office; a computer sat, waiting for me. Read more »

OCD: Therapy

“How did you get on with the CBT I assigned you last week?” the therapist asked.

“Good,” I replied nervously, knowing it didn’t help shit. I hugged my arms and rubbed them to ground myself.

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A Fateful Encounter

I saw the outline of a gun tucked under his shirt, signifying he was not as innocent as he looked.

“Come inside and have a sit down, I’m sure whatever’s happened can be worked out. What do you say, son?”

The young man stopped as he thought about my offer before letting go and walking past me into the house.

I sat the cup of coffee down in front of him.

“So boy, do you have a name?”


iquid bubbled around the brain as electricity charged the wires connecting to it.


We watched the screen in anticipation.
“Lieutenant, hit it again. ”

I pressed the charge button again, my jaw dropping as words began to appear on the computer screen.”

On Torchure

Drowning; watching water soak into the fibers of a soft cloth, stuffed violently into a man’s mouth, is memorizing. Something so simple, anybody can do it, but the panic it generates is unbelievable. Don’t try this yourself, I’m a professional, just take my word.


“Ah, Ms Parsons, is it?” the man in the suit asked as he referred to his notes.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.

Diary from a Haunted House

I’ve heard them again; the footsteps that creep past my door. They were louder than before, followed by dragging sounds. I’m so scared, I want to hide. Writing this down calms me, it always does, makes me feel that I am not alone in here. I have to be a brave little girl, just like my mother said. They can’t hurt you, all they can do is scare you…


A real Djinn can be indistinguishable between you and me, not like the one portrayed in Aladdin. You do not need to rub a lamp for it to appear. In some cultures, they believe that these *beings* have free will and they certainly do not have to be benevolent. Read more »


We sat in a circle underneath a tree in the shade, away from the blazing sun that signaled the start of summer.

In unison, we turned to see Jack approaching us. We’d not seen him for weeks, not since his step father was sent to prison for abusing him. He smiled and sat down next to us. Read more »


The many-worlds hypothesis asserts that all possible realities exist. Every action, no matter how small, causes the universe to branch. For instance, if you roll a die and it lands on a six, other “universes” are created where each of the other numbers were rolled, infinite numbers of them at that, all with slightly different outcomes. Read more »

Safe Room

I hobbled down the staircase to my basement, using my walking stick for balance. I looked at the contractor finish installing the heavy metal door that would seal my safe room and smiled, “You’ve done a great job. I’m going to feel so much better now.” “You’re welcome, sir,” he responded, “You have enough shelves… Read more »