You never quite know what a writer can do until you read one of their short stories, or, at least, that is what Dom believes.
He began reading short stories in 2019 and became engrossed with short tales by amazing novelists including P.D James, Sylvia Plath, Julia O’Faolain and more.
Dom finds that most of his creativity comes from dark and often disturbing places, with a lot of his short stories exploring the horrific side of human nature. His mum keeps telling him to write a nice story, and though he has tried, he hasn’t managed it yet.
If you are a fan of horror, dystopian worlds and blood-stained thrillers then get your teeth stuck into this lot.
Dom’s first published work The Right Honourable is also available to read on this page.
Dom is planning to release a short story at least once a month. If he hasn’t posted anything new recently why not head over to his Updates Blog? Or read excerpts from his upcoming debut novel; A Better Crown?
When Lee Price, newly dead husband, was outed as a woman-beater in an online article by the Evening Star, Harvey Ramsgate suddenly found himself at the centre of a movement of women who were not only lauding his journalism skills but touting him as a feminist figure of justice. He had dared to call out an abuser who just happened to be deceased. Harvey had said that tragic death did not abstain him from being held to account and Harvey was placed on a pedestal for doing so.
Read MoreHugo saw pretty much everything he liked in Alex Audley. He was young, bright-eyed, enthusiastic, calm and refreshingly old-school when it came to matters of obedience. He never questioned Hugo and he showed a great deal more respect than the rest of the snowflakes and waltzing nancy boys who constantly flitted in and out of Hugo’s office, complaining about their so-called “mental health,” long work hours and “improper use of pronouns.” It wasn’t that those complaints irked Hugo, it was that he didn’t quite understand any of them.
Read MoreI visited that forsaken place long ago. I silently crept down the sloping path to my own end, scared of the jagged blackness around me. I was eager to find him, apprehensive at our impending meeting, mystified by the tales that shrouded his visage.
Could he truly be what I had sought for so long? Could he truly envelop me in his crooked arms? Take me into the folds of his cloying breath?
Read MoreWho is my mystery saviour? Does she hate or love the story? Does she despise me or despise Eleanor Baron-Halls? Is Eleanor Baron-Halls a public disgrace or is she just a fun-loving woman letting her hair down? You decide. Either way, click on that story and I get a view. The more views it gets, the happier my editor is.
Read More“I travelled from orphanage to orphanage for years. They are horrible, dirty places my dear boy, not unlike these cells. I performed baptisms to ensure that, when the children died, their souls would go to Heaven. Unfortunately orphans die all the time. Orphanages have little food, physicians visit infrequently and, I am very sorry to say, the conditions are awful.”
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