Brand New Short Stories
These are the latest new short stories published by Alfie Dog Fiction. We publish new stories every week, so please come back regularly.
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Castaway Dreaming – Suzie Hindmarsh-Knights
A lifetime ago Suzanne fell in love with a Fijian man while on holiday at Castaway Island. She accepts his proposal of marriage but on her return to America – to tidy up her affairs – reality hits with a vengeance and she doesn’t return to the man she loves. Years later she finds herself in a position to return to Castaway and while exploring old haunts discovers more than she’d bargained for.
‘The Island is approximately five Ks from end to end. It’s sandy here but is rocky most of the way. Are you sure you’re up to it.’ Suzanne’s companion looked at her with eyebrows raised. ‘Sami, I might be twenty years your senior but I’m not an invalid.’ She got the impression he disliked her. ‘Lead on.’ Sami’s reply was lost as he turned into the wind. His hair whipped back from his handsome Fijian face and Suzanne’s stomach lurched. He looked like someone she once knew. Damn, she hadn’t wanted a guide, but if she had to have one why did he have to look like Michael. She’d told the resort management she’d walked Castaway Island many times in the past. But they deemed it foolish a woman venturing to the furthest side of the island alone and so Samisoni was summoned.
Dave’s Christmas – Lynda Franklin
2000 words Christmas story
You think being a guardian angel is easy? Think again! When Dave arrives on Christmas Eve to do his usual stint of helping someone in need, he comes face to face with a Santa impersonator who has just died. Does this man have something to do with Dave’s mission to help someone? Things don’t turn out quite as he expected.
Well, it’s that time of year again. You know the one I mean. The season of goodwill to all men … and women of course. Unfortunately, things can go wrong at Christmas, just as they do any other time of the year. I suppose you might say that’s where I come in. Problems? Believe me, I’ve seen them all! But then I’ve been around a long time. Dave’s the name, and I’ve been a guardian angel for almost one hundred years. And believe me, trying to be in the right place at the right time, doesn’t get any easier. This year I’ve been allocated the early shift.
Essence of Dust – Annette Siketa
6850 words Fantasy / Romance
After rejecting a host of arranged suitors, the wizardene, Sukor, uses her powers to marry the mortal King, Gerrain. But one of the rejected suitors has other ideas, and is determined that if he can't have her, nobody can.
To the south of the city on the edge of the Great Forest, where the roots of the trees are kissed by the waves of the sea, stand the ruins of a once imperial palace. Directly in front and either side of the crumbling entrance gate, are two weatherworn statues. Once bedecked with gold and jewels, the now naked stone is a reminder of the fickleness of fate. Some of the old ones still worship these statues, for in their hearts’, the tragedy of King Gerrain and Queen Sukor still lingers. The young ones however, regard these symbols of the past with undisguised resentment, for it was the strange, untimely, and simultaneous deaths of the royal couple that instigated the war.
Letting Off Steam – Amanda Lunt
1200 words Feel Good story
New mum Jane's hopes of relaxation on a spa day are dashed by her career-driven friend, Martha, embarrassing encounters with strangers' laps, and a swimsuit that doesn't quite fit. But Martha is not quite all she seems and Jane realises that friendships are not made in a steam room.
“Isn’t this fab?” purred Martha, taking a sip of her iced water. “Just the two of us, chilling together?” Jane nodded silently. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. ‘Chill’ was not quite the word she would use to describe it. She gave the legs of her black swimming costume a firm tug downwards. Then she noticed with alarm that her cleavage was threatening to erupt from the top and yanked it back up. She had spent the previous weekend trying to find swimwear that concealed and flattened as much flesh as possible.
Occupational Therapy – Helen Laycock
1600 word Fairytale / Humour
Being a fairy doesn’t come without its problems, especially if you’re living a lie. When Lily Blue confesses to her Fairy Godmother, Marigold, that she thinks she may be a goblin trapped in a fairy’s body, Marigold does her best to help her live happily ever after.
‘I wish you wouldn’t sit like that, Lily Blue. It’s really not the impression we want to give here at Wands and Wings Work4U.’ Lily Blue huffed, drew her knees together and crossed them at the ankles. ‘Happy?’ Marigold and her fairylike ways… Not everyone could appear that perfect, Lily Blue thought, shuffling on the toadstool and tearing her dandelion dress as she twisted. Marigold tutted loudly. ‘For Titania’s sake, Lily Blue. How many times have I reminded you how delicate fairy dresses are? That’s the third one you’ve ruined this week. I’ll let you borrow one of mine, but be careful!’ Lily Blue sat back in her chair with her feet as far apart as she could. Her feet were enormous, like big pebbles. And she had hairy legs.
Partners – Annette Siketa
1500 Ghost Story / Humour
An undiscovered diamond mine turns Melville into a killer. His partner's retribution however, is priceless.
James Melville stood in the centre of the room, feet slightly apart and hands in his trouser pockets. A short, rather plain-looking man, his slender frame and narrow neck belied his strength, the same strength that moments earlier had killed his business partner, Gerald Holt. He looked at the body lying at his feet – the closed eyes, the calm features, the right arm resting peacefully on the carpet, and contemplated why the attitude conveyed sleep rather than death. He had not derived any personal pleasure from committing the murder, though he had been a little surprised that it had been easier and quicker than expected.
Post Safe – Ingrid Heyn
1200 words Crime / Christian Story
Sixteen-year-old Simon has had a troubled life, but since living with his Uncle Martin and Aunt Sarah in a village far from his chaotic and destructive childhood, everything changed for the better. On break from school, he has been working at the village post shop in a trusted position. Then abruptly, Simon is accused of a crime which all the evidence seems to indicate he must have committed, and he is thrown back into the whirlpool of shame and despair which overlay his childhood. If he is to find any comfort or hope of justice, it seems there is only one place to which he can turn...
Hot salt-burning was in his eyes; there was an acrid ball that killed words in his throat as he staggered into a stumbling run. They’d looked at him, eyes knowing and hard. “I didn’t take the money,” he’d said. He had known his voice was sullen and flat. Not a convincing denial; he’d looked guilty as hell. “Oh, Simon,” was all that Mrs Timms had said. Her down-drawn mouth with the odd disillusioned quirk on the left side was more eloquent than those two words could convey.
The First Time in Manchester – Vesna Main
3200 words General Fiction
An academic, an expert on suffragettes, travels to Manchester for a meeting. On the spur of the moment, he calls a prostitute but immediately regrets it. Thinking it would be unfair to cancel, he decides to pay her when she arrives but tell her that her services were not required. However, the situation does not develop according to plan.
His first prostitute was in Manchester, a couple of months before his wife and her best friend opened their gallery. He travelled by train to attend a late afternoon meeting at the university. During the journey, looking for an escape from the boredom of marking exam scripts, he picked up a copy of a provincial tabloid lying on the seat opposite. The paper was full of the usual parochial news and syndicated material. He didn’t expect to have any free time, but out of curiosity, he searched for the ‘What’s on’ section. Next to the entertainment, there was a whole set of ads under ‘Adult Services’. He amused himself by decoding the language. ‘Curvy’ presumably meant fat, but what was BBW? There was even one from a ‘mature lady’, offering sensual massage.
The Lonely Troll – Rob Clucas-Tomlinson
3600 words Children 6 - 9
Bright-beard the happy troll has only one living relative, his grumpy cousin Long-beard, who wants nothing to do with him. Long-beard eventually learns his lesson - but at what cost?
Long ago in London town, beneath Kew Bridge, there lived a troll. Not an angry troll with a gruffly roar and a smelly coat and an old pair of boots where his toes poked through, but a pleasant troll who combed his hair and tipped his hat at passers by. Beneath the bridge the river ran, the grand old Thames where the herons fished. The herons, still as water fountains, stood all day, waiting for fish to wriggle into their beaks. But as they toiled the old troll slept, waiting for the night air to tickle his senses. Because it was then, when the stars appeared and the moon set forth to keep the city from falling into darkness, that he woke and stretched and smoothed his beard and sat upon the bridge to think.
The Moulting – Nalini Ramesh
1500 word General Fiction
In desperation towards a basic instinct.
Eshwari stood unmoving at the far end of the great marbled Hall. An elaborate casket lay at its centre, under a jasmine-festooned marquee. She envisioned his body, draped in white silk, in a permanent yogic stillness. A paralysis no tantric magic could penetrate. There would be a stiff smirk on his sensual lips. She sighed, taking in the scene and the solemn, sandalwood-scented air.
The Super Sporty Sheep – Amanda Lunt
850 words Children 3 - 7 years
A flock of hungry sheep have to jump over the fence to the next field. Steve, the super sporty sheep, jumps too high and lands on the moon. Wise sheep Walter hatches a rescue plan but Teddy, the tubby sheep, is flattened when Steve misses the flock's landing sheet.
The farmer’s sheep were tired of their field. “There’s not enough grass in this field to feed all of us,” complained Teddy, the tubby sheep. “We need a new field where the grass is long and green, not this rotten stubble. See how thick the grass is in the field the other side of that fence? Ooohhh, my mouth’s watering already.”