Short Stories & Poems

(Genre: Horror Short Stories) Since I was a child, cycling has been my favourite pastime. My father was a well-known road cyclist who competed in

Jason looked at the sunset. For real this time. No curious glances or accidental glimpses at the heavens. But a profound and breathtaking admiration of

Breathe.  Savannah could feel her heart pounding through her chest, chasing the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She walked over to the nearby water cooler,

Sarah readjusts her mask, careful not to disrupt the airflow coming from the long plastic tube hooked up to her portable oxygen container. She takes