Short Stories

The Weeping Mist 

Link: Read full story here (~1450 words)

Some of the people of Ash Forest could see the sky that day. The dark clouds seemed to have descended on the tips of the birch trees and were now thinning away. These people had been waiting for years to see the sun. Wandering aimlessly amongst the thick grey trees, they had forgotten the feeling of warmth. Stretched arms, withered by the morning winds, reached for glimpses of light.

A Swan Glides Past

3rd place at Writer’s Retreat Competition (October 2020)

Link: Read full story here (950 words)

Barry sat on a lichen ridden boulder on the shore of Dreamere lake.

‘Another wasted day,’ he said to himself.

He looked at his canvas bag, stained with acrylics and ink, round tipped brushes sticking out of it through tears in the fabric.

‘No one buys paintings anymore. Or is it just my paintings?’

Three Bridges

Links: Amazon Ebook | Audio/Video of Part 1


This is a story about children saving their grandparents from being forgotten. In a world separated by efficiency, there is no room for the inefficient. Children, grown-ups and the elderly each have their own district, according to their purpose in society.

The children in the Blue District live in care homes, waiting for a visiting ticket from their labouring parents in the Green District. The Violet District is the place to retire, knit, paint and drink tea. Two stone bridges connect the three areas. Little do people know, however, that a third bridge exists, hidden from curious eyes. Those crossing it go to be forgotten forever.

Flash Fiction

Link: Flash Fiction

My flash fiction pieces are stories shorter than 800 words. They help me convey focused plots through relatable characters. My style is usually dystopian, fantasy or philosophical. Here are the separate titles, for ease of access.

Storm at Seascale

Flickering Light

A Step in the Dark

Lost in the Forest of Dean




Link: Essays

I write thoughts about life in essays from time to time. These writings are usually inspired by life events, artwork and people. They reflect my view on the world and often have a fantastical or lyrical touch. Here are the separate titles, for ease of access.

Inocentii [RO]

The Song of Birds

Chasing the Light