Stealthy Stories

In my second year at uni, I used to hang around with my friend John and his housemates most evenings. John lived in a shared house with three others, Ian, Seth, Anna, and Jess, and the five of us always had such fun conversations and daft games together. Fairly early on, John had hinted that Anna had a crush on me; I was the most athletic out of all our friend group and John had let it be known none too subtly that Anna w...

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steel That separate the living from the dead. A scratch, a nick, a cut will let me in To fester in the ragged bloodied meat. * I steal by roadsides, lakesides, seasides, waiting For unwary or foo...