Chris Platt
/ GreyThoughts.Info…was feeling good on his Friday night drive home. It was the height of summer and the world seemed a wonderful place. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the classical music playing on the car-stereo. It had been a good day in the car…
By Chris Platt
…typed up his latest story on his website. He read the story through one more time. Yes, that would do it. He finished with his trademark line. A story by Charlie Parker. He nodded to himself. His many fans would love that story, he was…
By Chris Platt
… work phone you out of your working hours it can never be good news. Karl Connor stared at the display on his mobile phone for a moment before finally picking up. He had been working shifts delivering at the kebab for almost two…
By Chris Platt
…got back from her art class around five o’clock on the Saturday afternoon. She found her husband Steve in the living room, restringing…
By Chris Platt
…looked around the function room. His cousin’s 30th birthday party was in full swing. He always found this kind of bash depressing. Everyone always seemed to be coupled off and loved up. And, as usual, he was on his own. His aunt…
By Chris Platt
…and pulled and somehow managed to get free from their grip. He had to run, had to get away. He had to make his escape. He pushed them away from him. As he turned to flee, he felt a scratch on his arm. He swore and turned to see the nurse still smiling, the needle sunk deep into his arm…
By Chris Platt