The Spot

The Spot

by misslyss

A spooky story for the lead up to Halloween.

Faces

Faces

by misslyss

My entry for the Lyric Poetry competition.

Daisies and Dances

Daisies and Dances

by misslyss

A snapshot of Isaac and Marie's married life.

Rupert

Rupert

by misslyss

My entry for the Very Short Story Competition.

Room 6

Room 6

by misslyss

A lazy spy bites off more than he can chew... and meets an untimely end.

Glance

Glance

by misslyss

How much meaning can one glance carry?

The Depths

The Depths

by misslyss

An absent sailor watches the horizon.

Terror

Terror

by misslyss

Sweat beaded and ran slowly down the back of Tom’s neck. He had been sitting perfectly still for at least thirty minutes now, on the verge of hysterical tears. Precisely twenty-six minutes ago, the Internet café manager, with her bubblegum...

Phelps and Cross

Phelps and Cross

by misslyss

Mortician Amy Phelps stared down at the body in front of her with a clinical curiosity. The method of suicide was simple enough – an injection of air behind the ear, effective without compromising the face for recognition. Phelps nodded grimly....

The Runner

The Runner

by misslyss

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe how much I had changed since I started running. I would have to start again soon. My once-full cheeks had hollowed out, sockets in my face. The veins in my eyes were thick and ropy and made blinking...

The Earthquake

The Earthquake

by misslyss

It was on this day, two hundred years ago, that the mouth of the Earth opened. I know, because my great-great-whatever uncle had been there. In fact, he had fallen into the rift, never to be seen again. It has been a rather large point of pride...