I sit on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast wilderness of fields and woodland. Land that once flourished with crops and livestock, now overgrown and wild, lost to mother nature. The fields and woodland stretch as far as the eye can see until it meets the tranquillising sky, boasting a beautiful sunrise of blues and purples surrounding the ever intensive beam of the sun. What separates the sky and the ground is a thin black line that looks like it has been drawn using a well sharpened HB pencil and ruler. Keep on reading!
I don’t think I can escape this house without spilling blood. I live in a small town just outside of Bristol with a population of only 20,000. It’s safe to say that everybody knows everyone’s business. As a child I was what people would refer to as normal. I played football with my mates, went to school and misbehaved like and ‘normal’ teenage boy. I struggled through my GCSE exams and completed a BTEC National Diploma in Sports Development and Coaching before I enrolled onto a Sports Coaching degree; and it is at this point that everything went wrong. Keep on reading!
The weather was dreadful. The relentless rain hammering down on the windscreen like it was desperately trying to find shelter was enough to reduce my visibility to about a meter in front of my car. Keep on reading!
Whilst on my Creative Writing course I was asked to write a piece on a Shakespearean play or character, adding a modern twist to it. I decided to write a 1st person piece on bottom.
I am an actor. The moment I left my mother’s womb and was given the surname Bottom I was destined to put on an act. I saw it as a deterrent for any form of mockery from moronic adolescents who regarded their comments to be that of innocent merriment, unbeknown to them that each remark slowly chips away at my already fragile self-esteem. Keep on reading!
Whenever I think of Mexico I think of the breathtaking wonder that is Tulum. Keep on reading!
A lady is sat on a bench. Her face is raised, eyes closed, catching some rays. A man approaches the lady. “Excuse me madam, is this seat taken?” He asks in a friendly manner.
“You can sit here for a while, however I am saving this seat for my husband, Bobby, he’s just gone to park the car and will be back any minute.” The man takes a seat and reaches into his pocket taking out a couple of sandwiches wrapped in foil. Keep on reading!
Hello there, welcome to Chronicles of Wonder. A personal site used to share short stories that I have created.
I’ve been working on my main project which is a graphic novel called ‘The Arc’, on and off for over six years. During this time I have thought of other stories that I had wanted to explore further but didn’t have the skills necessary to do it until I completed a Creative Writing course. Now I cannot seem to stop myself!
My genre of stories seems to be directed more towards the supernatural and science fiction. I’m inspired by Black Mirror and Philip K. Dick’s Electric Dreams. I’m a big comic fan as well, collecting titles such as Batman, The Walking Dead and X-Men.
Right enough of me rambling on. I hope you enjoy reading the stories as much as I have writing them.