There was no radioactive spider and there was no bite, what there was was a group of large men with sedative darts waiting in a ally that I used to use as a short cut home. I saw them looming and my heart jumped a beat and I turned on my rubber souled sparkly shoes […]
Everette was starting to feel old, he was 42 and the stress of work was starting to feel like a bind, the excitement seemed to have gone. He was finding his efforts on the squash court to be ineffective too and keeping up with the kids coming straight out of college was starting to give […]
‘We need to get this hydraulics in place to hold the ceiling up,’ snapped my old lecturer. I nodded dumbly and got out of the way whilst they began to prepare the area, the medic took me aside. ‘I may have to euthanaes, you realise – are any of them going to object?’ she gestured […]
It took two days to put the hybridised equipment together and at every moment of it we worried we would blow the thing up, it took four units – one of my prototype and three of the echo locators – this was not what we had hoped for but much better than we had expected. […]
Rita Rainbow (first published on Red Monster) Rita the Rainbow skipped across the hillside chasing the rain shadow; she wanted a shower but the rain always just ran away from her. Behind her the sun smiled shyly and pretended not to be watching every time Rita looked up at her. After a while Rita began […]
This was first blogged on Snell-Pym mine and my Husbands personal blog and then later on Wiggly Pets as a webcomic type thingy. A New Arrival The lightbulb in the bathroom died. So we placed an order with Lightbulbs Direct, and a few days later, a parcel arrived: We took the new bulb – still […]
This piece of flash fiction is part of a lovely collection of writers from the South West of England called Kissing Frankenstein and Other Stories. Ivory Towers On the planet Ibis, covered in turquoise ocean, a young warrior stood on a white beach looking to the sky tinged green and the harsh binary stars. The […]
Alexia knew she had gone too far in questioning her husbands motives in the business deal, she had spoken out of turn she would have to work hard to make it up to him. She brushed her strewberry hair with a gilted hairbrush, her long pale hands gripped it too hard. Surely she was safe? […]
Here is the story I have been working on to raise money for Shelter – you can still sponsor me 🙂 Percival’s Christmas Wish In Gloucestershire, many magical things have happened; especially on Christmas eve at the midnight hour in the city of Gloucester itself. People have spoken of it for centuries. You see, at […]
Sarah's Christmas Collection by Sarah Snell-Pym I’ve recorded the poems from The Little Book of Festive Poetry and added a song – there is also a story called Percival’s Christmas Wish which I have written to raise money for Shelter – I am doing a sponsored illustration of the story 🙂 For updates check out […]