A Christmas Story – Dorothy Davies
1000 words Feel Good
A family dispute before Christmas is not much fun, can Mike find a way round it?
This story is included in the collection A Wish for Christmas
The gale force wind sent ice-cold rain sweeping across the garage forecourt. It rattled the signs, pulled at the bunting and threatened the brightly coloured lights on the huge Christmas tree outside the door. Mike Drew ran a hand through his thick brown curls and sighed. If the tree came down, he would have to go out and rescue it. It would mean getting soaked, but that wouldn’t make him any unhappier than he already was. What a Christmas Eve, raining, hardly any customers and the prospect of spending Christmas alone.
A Little Piece of Fiction – Dorothy Davies
1240 words Science Fiction / Feel Good
A grandmother prepares her last gift to her grandson, who is about to take off for distant planets and stars.
Her hand trembled a little as she reached for the flour jar. She told herself to stop being stupid, there was a loaf to be made and very little time in which to make it. She tipped the flour into the bowl and added the fat; her wrinkled fingers began the process of rubbing it in. If Gary were to walk in now, she thought, he’d say, as he always did: “You need a mixer, Gran, one with a dough hook. It’ll do all that hard work for you. Go on, let me bring you Mother’s.” But she’d always made her bread this way and she always told him she was too told to change her ways.
A Lonely Place – Dorothy Davies
1060 words Ghost Story
A morgue is not the place you expect to find someone wandering around at night, but it is a refuge from the world outside, perhaps …
It’s an odd fact that the morgue can be a lonely place at times. I mean, empty lonely, desperate empty, that kind of lonely. Don’t quite know why that should be, it’s just a place like anywhere else. Ain’t it? Well yes, I mean I know there’s bodies there, course I do.
A Wish for Christmas – 20 Stories for the Holiday Season
Enjoy the festive season with a little cheer from Alfie Dog Fiction. Put your feet up and revel in all that is best of Christmas and New Year with 20 stories from authors across the globe. Stories range from the moving to the amusing, the romantic to the tussle of family life.
Add a little sparkle to your Christmas with A Wish for Christmas
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All Down The Lonely Years – Dorothy Davies
1850 words Science Fiction
An empty school, a lonely teacher and a small boy who is looking for something to do until his telescreen is fixed -between them the two light up an empty summer with mutual companionship.
It was a scorching hot day. Charles Grey walked slowly toward the school, his arms swinging loosely in the disjointed shambling walk the old sometimes assume. The sun silvered the tick tight curls clustered around the bald patch, a halo of unconventional colour. The pavements were hot; his old shoes were no protection against bubbling tar. Already his tie was confining his throat and pulling the collar into his neck.
Autumn Leaves – Dorothy Davies
1000 words Ghost Story
Autumn is a time of glorious colour tinged with sadness at the turning of a year. Ellie has memories and as she walks, she remembers all that has laid heavy on her heart.
Ellie studied the pattern made by the golden leaves which had drifted from the multitude of twigs and branches on the ancient horse chestnut trees. Ever year Nature created a carpet to walk on, every year the pattern was completely different. Yet no one seemed to notice, no one seemed to appreciate the talent, the artistic flair shown by the different designs.
Back Where I Belong – Dorothy Davies
1000 word Ghost story
He has been buried for some time, but now he wants to go home!
It’s dark in here. Too dark for me to see anything. I’m restricted in my movements, why can’t I sit up, move my arms about, lift my head … and what is this strange silky stuff I am lying on? What is this hard pillow I am resting on… I don’t like this. Any of it. Not one single tiny minuscule scrap of it. Something is wrong and I want to know where and why and how and what and I want to know now. Not tomorrow, or next week, or next year, but NOW!
Blood on the Rose – Dorothy Davies
1275 words Historical Fiction
Kathryn Howard, Henry VIII’s fifth wife, was a young lovestruck girl. Unfortunately the love of her life was not the great King who desired her… Kathryn sends out her heartfelt thoughts to her lover through those who visit Hampton Court…
You see me not. How could you see me? I am no more than the morning mist which rises from the dewed grass as the sun touches it at dawn. I am no more than the fleeting touch of a spring breeze as it passes by your face and you reach out to touch it only to find it gone. I am no more than a name in history, even if that name does resonate with you in your lessons on monarchs of the past. No one knows the truth but those who lived then, those who walked, talked, cried, laughed and loved. Oh, how we loved!
Butterfly – Dorothy Davies
2400 words Science Fiction
An ageing spaceman docks at a far flung port and finds the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. They spend his entire leave together, with him falling in love, with just the question mark hanging over him, why she refuses to go out in the rain. Eventually she tells him why…
It was raining when we left the ship. Yandra didn’t look very different from any other planet we’d docked at in the last few years. Or at least the spaceport didn’t. Dirty rundown shabby buildings staffed by disinterested attendants. Luggage and pass checks were so casual I doubt they remembered which ship we were from, let alone our names, five minutes after we passed through. Another place, another bar. Lead me to it, boys! You know the scene. It repeats itself in every space port across the universe every time a ship docks.
Crossroads Blues – Dorothy Davies
1350 words Ghost
It’s said if you go to the crossroads at midnight, you will meet the devil. A would-be blues singer does just that…
Hey, thanks! Been walking that road forever, breathing everyone’s fumes and not one cared to stop for me. Damn thumb near enough aching from being stuck out so long and being ignored, too! This is one fine car, I have to say. Nice. What’s the music … oh, OK, never mind. I can live with it. What? What do I like? Blues. Old style blues. Let me tell you a story, then, how I got to be where I was when you picked me up, you being a damn fine person and all, let me tell you. You up for that?
Danse Macabre – Dorothy Davies
1140 words Ghost story
It can get lonely in the morgue, but Lydia has found a way round this. She gets everyone out of their chilled drawers …
The silent figure on the gurney twitched, moved, sat up and looked around. The tag on her toe said JANE DOE which annoyed her very much. I’m not a Jane Doe, I’m Lydia … Lydia … The rest of her name escaped her, much as her memory seemed to have done. Why am I on a gurney with a tag on my toe? Why am I cold and my veins look blue and stark and my flesh looks like marble? I am NOT dead!
For the Greater Good – Dorothy Davies
1300 words Horror / Historical
Burke and Hare were not the only bodysnatchers working – the London gangs were very busy. Ben Crouch and his associates supplied endless bodies to Barts …
‘Shut the damn door, Crouch!’ ‘What’s up, Joseph? Too cold for you? Get too hot in here and the stiffs’ll start to rot. That what you want?’ ‘ No, just some heat for them as are drinking, is all.’ Ben Crouch studied the belligerent face of the landlord, wondering what the problem was this night. He’d had his share of the advance paid out by the surgeons to get the bodysnatching season underway, what else did he want?
I will Wait for You – Dorothy Davies
1900 words Horror story
The City of London sleeps at night – or does it? Who are the homeless who haunt the doorways and sheltered corners? Karl, fresh from a dispute with his fiancée, is about to find out.
Most cities never sleep, but this one does. This one closes down at night, leaving the rats and strays to haunt the narrow alleyways, the wide affluent streets, the banks of the great never sleeping river Thames. The vagrants shuffle into marked chosen doorways with their newspaper blankets and cardboard walls, which they zealously and jealously guard, newspapers, cardboard and doorways, that is, to settle down for the night, so much litter swept to one side, so much misery wrapped in paper and tied with string.
In the Beginning – Dorothy Davies
2200 words Science Fiction
After the end of the world, few people are left and few items remain from Before. The Television is one of them. It is worshipped as an oracle by the tribe, but one boy sees past this and longs to change the way they all think.
‘In the beginning was the mushroom cloud, many trees tall into the sky and from the cloud came fine dust. It burned the ground and tore the skin from the bones of those who ran.’ IT stood in the centre of the square in its own hut, the wooden casing marked with rain, the flimsy back which housed the electronics slowly dissolving, colourful wires falling out. ‘There were some people who ran to burrow in the ground like the rabbit in his hole, there to live until the dust should cease to fall.’
Laura’s Letters – Dorothy Davies
2250 words Ghost Story
the aged star is packing up to move, clearing out memorabilia when he comes across a bundle of letters. They were written by one of his fans and he had kept them for many years. As he opens the bundle, Laura arrives. Has she come to visit the man she adored or is there an ulterior motive for this ghost’s presence in his home?
The afternoon sun streamed through the glass panels of the front door, making the red carpet glow with warmth. Dick Alexander tied string round the top of the dustbin liner he had just dragged through the hall. He leaned it against the wall and stood back. Three bags so far and there was still the trunk to go through. He stood for a moment, reluctantly admitting that the effort had been too much. He should have left the clearing out until his son arrived to help, as he had promised.
Life Changes – Dorothy Davies
1300 words Horror Story
What happens when a werewolf and a vampire fall in love? Sometimes the changes which come too soon can be disastrous…
The parking meter said there was still one hour of parking time left. The shame was the driver had gone, taking their ticket with them. One hour wasted. But the parking space was available, can’t have everything in this life. Slide the car into the slot, pay for a ticket, drop it on the dash for the ever intrusive traffic wardens to see, lock the door and go. To what? Why had he asked for the meeting? And in such a public place?
Shiloh – Dorothy Davies
2600 words Fantasy / General Fiction
We all have our purpose in life. Sometimes it takes a while to find it but when we do, it can be life changing, for us and others. Jonathan is about to find out his true purpose in life – and it will liberate him.
His father’s fist exploded into his face. Jonathan fell against the stone wall, feeling blood and tears spurt simultaneously. Pain flared and blinded him. Through the haze he heard the angry voice beating at his ears, at his mind. “I said, get out and milk the sheep! I care not if it’s Garrett’s turn! In this house what I say is done!” Jonathan heard his brother snigger, heard a page turn in the precious book, the one he so longed to look at, to learn to read. The pain was such that he dare not speak, dare not risk more blows
Snow dancer – Dorothy Davies
1100 words Horror
‘I will be back’ she told him, but he killed her, and now he waits, endlessly staring out at the falling snow, wondering where she is…
Snowflakes dance, don’t they, as they spiral down from the thick rich darkness of the clouds, pirouetting and sashaying and even tango-ing with the others as they fall. Blown here and there by the thermals, they create a magical image before sliding into the white death that is their fate, stacked one atop the other on any available surface, no matter how slender, there to rot until the time comes when they melt away, their final ending, returning to the matter from which they came.
Stay With Me – Dorothy Davies
1330 words Horror Story
The witch in the forest has a secret she has kept for a long time, the secret of the day and the time when Death came calling.
Why not stay with me a while? There is no need for you to go; the forest looms cold and dark at this hour. See, the flames of my fire leap high in the chimney to warm you, to entice you to stay. I have a story to tell, if you would care to listen. You need not be bored, restless or impatient while you keep me company. Let me tell you about the time Death came calling.
The Day Death Wore Boots – A Collection of Ghost Stories
Find out if the miniature Western town is really a toy in the title story. Was Jed Holloway’s death really down to faulty brakes – The Haunted Rig? You want to go home from your holiday in the Costa Del Sol but is it safe – Spanish Midnight? Does it matter that you don’t believe in ghosts when the ghost believes in you – Shard?
From Pompeii to the Wild West, from Australia to the shores of the United Kingdom the spirit world may be closer than you think!
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The Day Death Wore Boots – Dorothy Davies
3400 words Fantasy / Ghost Story
A model town, a Western model town, is displayed in the shop window. It’s expensive but the narrator has to buy it. But he buys more than he realises, for the model is in fact a living breathing town and what he has is a window into it. Slowly he becomes more and more involved in this strange phenomenon, one which threatens to destroy his sanity!
Included in the collection ‘The Day Death Wore Boots’
The thing is … I’m old enough to know better, old enough to know it isn’t a good idea to stand looking in the window of an ‘antique’ shop and be taken in by a toy. It’s not like I’m lonely, is it? I mean … I got a life, ain’t I? Course I have. Go to work, talk to people, shop, talk to people, come home, cook my TV dinner which I eat in front of the computer – all right, I’m lonely. But that’s beside the point, really it is. I wanted the toy cos I wanted the toy, not because I don’t have a life.
The Fragrance of a Poisoned Flower – Dorothy Davies
1200 words Historical Fiction
The flamboyant outrageous ultra rich George Villiers, duke of Buckingham, is a discontented spirit. He has complaints to make about the way historians depict him and a score to settle with the man who killed him…
You want beauty? I have it. You want wealth? I have it. You want flamboyance? Your current ‘gays’, if I may use that crude expression, have nothing on me! Sex? I could bed every last one of you and still look for more. But apart from that, the real thrill, the real reason for living, is power. And I have that, so much of it! Who else could work with and influence and dominate TWO kings?
The Kingmaker is Dead, Long Live the King – Dorothy Davies
4200 words Historical Fiction
The battle of Barnet was a bloody affair and in it, Richard Neville, the great Earl of Warwick, was killed. The Earl has a lot to say about his cousins, Edward IV, George duke of Clarence, Richard of Gloucester, as much in fact as Edward IV has to say about his cousin, the Earl of Warwick!
Welcome, friend. I see you start; my apologies, I have frightened you. It is so rare I find anyone who is capable of hearing me, so when one such as you happens to arrive, I forget and rush forward to talk, for the loneliness becomes unbearable at times. It is I, Richard Earl of Warwick, who is speaking with you at this time. I believe you know me if only by reputation, I who once owned half of England, I once employed 30,000 people in my estates, all there to serve me – and my wife and my children and those I took under my wing.
The Last Picture Show – Dorothy Davies
760 words Horror
Halloween comes early to this cinema.
It mattered not that the curtains looked the worse for wear, the hem hanging down a little, the runners showing where the weight of the curtains had dragged holes over the years. The fact remained they were temporarily hiding the reason the building had an existence – the huge silver screen. Fly speckled, marked here and there, it mattered not.
The Pied Piper’s Story – Dorothy Davies
1700 words Fantasy / Historical Fiction
The Pied Piper doesn’t often get to tell his side of the story, how he was cheated out of the money the town owed him for ridding them of rats, here he does!
It was a fairly stylish town, as they go, beautiful buildings, soaring churches, elegant homes, wide spacious streets and a town council that were doing no more than looking out for themselves. Pompous they were, in expensive suits and silk shirts, elaborate ties, highly polished shoes. Oh I must mention the carefully barbered hair, the manicured nails, the air of affluence they carried with them. It was as strong as a perfume.