Tag: ghost story

• One for Each Pot….

  

  “One for each person,” she thought she heard. “And one for the pot,” the whispered reply. Yes she thought. You again. She turned her head away, the easier not to hear.She stood on tiptoe, stretched up and opened the kitchen cupboard.  “I could’ve done that for you,” he said. She shook herself off. She reached […]

  Andrew Whalan

  October 17, 2019

  Fiction, Flash Fiction

  flashfiction, ghost story, microfiction, short story

• Ghostwriter

  An ink-stained manuscript materialises before her. Through the mist, she sees him. Crouched, pen-poised a man is waiting, frozen in time. His pen rises, falls, sweeps down but doesn’t touch the paper. He sighs. She sees two hands rise towards her. “Nothing. Still nothing.” He throws his pen down on the desk. She leans towards […]

  Andrew Whalan

  August 21, 2019

  Fiction, Stories

  ghost story, short story

• Remorse

  My entry in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction competition. Genre: Ghost Story, Setting: Waterfall, Object: A Salt Shaker.

  Andrew Whalan

  September 16, 2018

  Fiction, Stories

  ghost story, mystery, short story

• Two Souls

  A kiss. A heavy unmoving kiss. Like my first : open mouthed and no movement. A kiss that flowed over me and washed  me downstream. I woke a little. I drew a breath. I held it. I threw up my arms. I pushed her away. She didn’t want me. I wasn’t interested. I had other […]

  Andrew Whalan

  September 20, 2017

  Fiction, Stories

  ghost story, short story

• What Did He See?

  He was standing in the lounge room. He was pushing against the glass of the wooden framed back doors, fortunately closed and locked. I thought for a moment how strong he was and yet how he could topple over and fall so easily. He appeared to be watching something. Perhaps a kangaroo or wallaby had […]

  Andrew Whalan

  November 21, 2015

  Personal

  Childhood, first person narrative, ghost story, imagination, intuition, lying, Parenting, rational thought