Short story: A promise of Love in Death

To sleep no more

“If I die, I won’t blame you, I promise,” Amelia said earnestly.

Dipender flinched and he stared at her for a long moment before walking over to her and kneeling down so they were eye-level.

“Don’t say that. Don’t even think like that, you can fight –”

“I heard you talking to the nurse earlier,” Amelia said taking the oxygen mask off her face, “and I just want you to know that I don’t blame, just don’t lie to me.”

Dipender blinked a few times, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat, he told himself that crying in front of patients was wrong especially children who looked at him with eyes aged beyond their years.

“I’m going to call your parents. I’m going to make sure they are here.” He promised taking her hand and he saw her try and hide a wince as the monitor beeped, Dipender let go immediately.

“You don’t always have to be so strong, it’s okay to tell me when it hurts,” He said, annoyed at himself for letting his voice break, angry at the world for wanting to even try and take this little girl’s life and powerless in his need to save her.

“It hurts all the time, so I have to be strong all the time.” Amelia said her voice modulated her gaze unwavering.

Dipender felt the moisture build in his eyes as he held her gaze. He carefully put the oxygen mask back on her face.

“It’s okay, it really is,” she said reaching forward and patting him on the arm lightly, as if he needed reassuring, as if the action didn’t cost her everything.

He didn’t even want to imagine the level of pain she would have endured to become that resilient.

“I’m going to call them, I’m going to…” he trailed off as she shrugged as though it didn’t matter to her.


Short Story: Angel’s at the o2 part three


“I remember the last time I watched a horror movie. I got prayer duty for two years! Two years! Can you imagine!” she said incredulous.

“That’s nothing, Gabriel got hell duty for a century for sleeping with a married female”

They both started laughing, an appealing sound that made Aria start laughing along with them, she suddenly felt like dancing or maybe singing it was strange.

“Prayer duty?” Aria asked, when she had finally stopped laughing with the angels, a few onlookers had wandered closer and were grinning broadly, not realizing that there were two Angels just waltzing around discussing how to defy God by watching a horror movie.

“Oh, well what a typical human” Dorian said dramatically “You think God has time to listen to all of you whiny humans – I want…I need…blah blah blah, you humans are always asking for something”

“Yeah, there like ‘if you get me out of this situation I promise I will…’ and you know they won’t, you humans think the world is just earth, the universe is huge. God has loads of children to look after, God can’t listen too individuals all the time” They both start laughing again.

Aria stared at them transfixed – they where so frighteningly beautiful that she couldn’t seem to look directly at them, they exuded a strange aurora of power and she didn’t know what all she knew was that she hadn’t felt this happy or confident ever.

“Hell duty?” Aria said laughing again, the few onlookers had become many, people were just standing around laughing along at what the angels said.

“You don’t want to get that!” Cassandra said emphatically

“I thought Satan was banished to hell forever for defying God” Aria said confused.

“Satan? O you mean Luci? Angel Lucifer to you of course, he is back in Heaven of course, don’t you humans learn anything we try and discretely teach you?” Cassandra said.

“Forgive and Forget” The angels said in unison

“God forgave him?” Aria said bewildered

“Arrogant as ever” Dorian said

“He was forgiven?” Aria repeated stunned, the other onlookers began to murmurer in amazement.

“O come on it’s been like millennia, of course God forgave Luci, and he is an Angel. What kinda of God would keep a grudge for that long?” Dorian said indignantly

“So who’s in hell…is…” Aria began slowly

“Er, I think it’s Norgaglan” Dorian said

“O yeah the ceptlian, but she kinda deserved that, going to Kandor for revenge, if you ask me she got off lightly. Only four centuries”


Short story: A Stranger part three


The stranger stops abruptly, that I almost bump into him. He is even taller than I thought. Does he know I have been following him for the past hour? I walk past him slowly, not glancing at him. He has stopped walking and is just standing there. He definitely knows. I keep walking feeling self-conscious, he must have felt this way as I followed him. Should I stop? Why have I been following him for so long? I just want to talk to him, to anyone. I get that familiar sinking feeling in my chest. I bow my head down and walk slowly away.



I stare after her, she is about my age, she is definitely a woman, but as she walks I get that familiarly feline brown and black image.

“Excuse me” I say.

Short Stories

Good Evening,

I hope you all enjoyed ‘The Children who come and go’ it was interesting to write about something based on true events because I felt like sticking to the truth so much. I loved the story of the two main characters if I could make it longer and more detailed at a later stage I definitely will.

I did have another side of creativity for the soul planned, but I thought that as the Olympics has come to my home town of London, that I might try and do something a little different.

Stay tuned,