How To Create A Monster

They didn’t just beat her; they tortured her. Those that raised her, if they can even be called parents, looked more like beasts than they did humans. It wasn’t so much their fangs, sharp claws or overly muscled limbs that made them scary; it was their eyes. Eyes like empty black wells. Eyes that when... Continue Reading →

The Boy and His Dog

The boy loved his dog. His dog’s name was Buddy, but this gave no true insight into the depth of their friendship.Whenever the boy was at school he wished he were with his buddy. He would be lost in his mind thinking about how, if he didn’t have school, he could spend so much more... Continue Reading →

The Many Man

The man picks up his knife and opens the box. With little care he empties the contents onto the desk in front of him. He organises the contents, puts a price on them and then takes them out to display in the front room of the shop.The man then, with the slouch of someone who... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Abolition

The breeze drifted through the silent night. The woman walked home as it past from behind her and carried on to the oaks that lined both sides of her street. The oaks touched high above, forming a giant tunnel, one which even streetlights found difficult to penetrate. Although the breeze disturbed the woman’s clothing, the... Continue Reading →

Short Story: A Mother’s Pain

The nightmares had started to subside. It had been three months and Sam was no longer waking up in the night with the image of his grandmother’s hands around his neck; he no longer had to share a room with his mother, as no fourteen-year-old boy should, and he was also starting to feel himself... Continue Reading →

On Why We Shouldn’t Ban Hate Speech

Hearing someone espousing racist or bigoted ideas is a horrible experience. It makes us cringe and want to “educate” that person and I sympathise with people who would ban this type of speech under the banner of “hate speech”. The problem I have is that I want to know who holds these ideas so that... Continue Reading →

We Are Nothing But Our Memories

Without memory a person cannot act like the person they consistently seem to be. Our actions are anchored in our past experiences that are in our memory. There is no I, no Sam, that is consistently carried from one moment to next or from childhood to adulthood. There is an idea of Sam that is based on the memories and... Continue Reading →

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