Something Different

One night I dreamt I was in the building where I grew up, visiting a family of neighbours. There was something not right about the feel of the place. It felt larger than it should be and not completely real. This story followed.

The Bullet Part 2

Gareth was tall and lanky and blond, with deep-set green eyes, and he looked my age, early twenties. He also looked like the last person to know anything about gunshot or any other wounds. And he seemed to have a case of the sniffles, which, I was sure, was not caused by a virus.

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The Bullet Part 1

This is perhaps the longest short story I’ve written so far, which is why I’ve divided it into two parts. Like most of my stories, it grew from a dream kernel. I’ve only ever submitted it once and I got detailed feedback on it that reminded me yet again how subjective the perception of fiction could be. This story spawned another one I’ll be publishing later and I liked the two main characters so much they’re in Eleven Doors.