by E L Williams | Sep 14, 2021 | Short Story
It’s dark. I know it’s dark, but I can no longer see that it’s dark, if that makes any sense. I try to push against whatever is holding me here, because I know with utmost certainty that I am being held. When I first realised my confinement, I clawed at the unknown...
by E L Williams | Aug 17, 2021 | Short Story
It was late November by the time I finally returned home. The sky had been the colour of damp plaster, the drizzle persistent enough to need the wipers, but not committed enough to allow them to do their job well. They had screeched incessantly across the windscreen,...