I think we all know that group of lads who are or were a bunch of tearaways. It’s pretty much a given that boys will wind up connecting with other boys and, together, find themselves in a host of misadventures. I was no exception to the rule. I met two of my best friends (Andy … Continue reading Shenanigans
I turn the key, open the door and enter the flat that I don’t yet recognise: my new home. The light within is dull, even though it’s daytime and the curtains are open. Or perhaps that’s just the way I’m seeing everything right now. Doom and gloom abound. Over the last few months, I’ve managed … Continue reading Afresh (Flash Fiction)
Catch up with previous chapters by clicking this link. The fledgling couple quickly found their groove. Niall’s feelings continued to develop, though he didn’t want to burden Chantelle with them too soon as not to apply any undue pressure. She was still struggling to get her head around her family issues—she had since shed a … Continue reading Find Me a Find–Chapter Twenty-Three
Catch up with previous chapters by clicking this link. The hurt and the angst faded to leave only elation and triumph. Niall walked around with a swagger and a smile at every turn. From thinking he had to move on from Chantelle to being in an official relationship with her in the space of a … Continue reading Find Me a Find–Chapter Twenty-Two
Hate is a strange thing. It can strike at any time based on the actions of others or events beyond our control. The hate switch is flicked on mostly via impulse. It’s rare that it grows from nothing. It’s usually something that happens and then stops happening. At least that’s how it happens in my … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – Hatred
Colin – The Scottish Legend recently shared my flash fiction story in his Spring Writing Event. The idea for the story was completely off the cuff with no great forethought put in. I just let the words flow. Have a read and see what you think. Big thanks to Colin for sharing.
[This story was written by Paul E bailey. its a short one but fitting and enjoyable hope you enjoy it]
As is my usual custom, I knock upon the door to ensure that nobody is inside. There never is because that would be extremely poor planning on the part of my employer, but one can never be too careful in this line of work. In twenty-five years, seven months, one week and four days in this job there have never been hiccups to cause me problems, and I have never failed in my task.
What is my job? That’s simultaneously very easy to answer and extremely complex. I’m a hitman. I kill people. It’s not a job I yearned to have or anything. I fell into it by accident. I learned how to use ranged firearms in the army, and I was by far the best in my regiment…
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