Short Story: Bella aged 10

The sound of a pen scratching against the page filled the kitchen/dining room space. Bella sat at the table, writing in a notebook. She couldn’t tear her focus away from it, even when Jonathan entered the room.

‘Hey Bella.’ Jonathan walked to Bella and gently kissed her head.

‘Hey Dad.’ Bella looked up for a second and then returned to her notebook.

Jonathan sat next to Bella and watched her writing.

‘How was school?’



Bella stopped writing. She put the pen down on the table carefully, stopping it from rolling away.

‘I just stand out a little.’

‘Are they bullying you?’

‘A little.’

‘Bella, do you need me to have a word with the school?’

‘I dunno. I don’t want to get in more trouble.’

‘Bella, what they’re doing is wrong. You know that, right?’

‘Like Mum?’

‘Yeah. Yeah, like Mum.’

‘She doesn’t want me, does she?’

‘I’m sure she does, sweetheart.’

‘But if she did she would have stayed or taken me with her.’

‘Your Mum can be a little bit selfish, I’m afraid.’

‘What’s for dinner?’

‘Whatever you like.’

‘Chicken nuggets?’

‘Yeah. Veg too?’

‘Balanced diet, Dad.’

‘School teaching you that?’

‘They ought to before I get the size of a house.’

Jonathan chuckled a little.

‘You mean you don’t want to get big?’

‘No. I wanna get through doors and not end up waddling everywhere.’

‘Okay. I’ll put dinner on. Have you got homework?’

‘Got to write a story for English. It’s preparing us for the book we have to write in that we take with us to secondary school for them to see what our English is like.’

‘You doing it in your notebook to practice?’

‘Yeah. It’s part of a story I’m writing anyway.’

‘Okay. How about you write it to where it could end and we go through it if there are any spellings you may have missed?’

‘Thanks, Dad.’

Jonathan stood up from the table and gently kissed Bella’s head again. He walked into the kitchen and started to cook the dinner, watching Bella pour her heart out into a notebook.


Short Story: Amelia Thomas

Slamming the door behind her was the only way she could get her family to look at her. Amelia ‘Amy’ Thomas slammed the door with all her strength, making the slam as loud as possible. Her remaining family, Harriet, Edward, Cameron, John and Finley, looked at her rather confused.

‘What was that for?’ Edward asked.

‘You’re not listening, are you?’ Amy snapped.

‘What are we meant to be listening to?’ John raised an eyebrow.

‘Ever heard of a thing called reason? That’s what you’ve been failing to listen to.’ Amy was furious.

‘What kind of reason have we been ignoring?’ John wasn’t impressed.

‘You’re willing to let a bomb go off to protect your own egos!’ Amy yelled.

‘Why do you care so much, Amy? You’ve barely been to the centre of Kingswell. Why do you care if it gets blown up?’ John snarled.

‘Because two police officers that have been protecting our home area are about to get caught in it. One of them is Lizzy Reading.’ Amy glared at John.

‘Lizzy Reading again. You went to school with her, didn’t you?’ John didn’t like it.

‘That’s not the point, John. You’re meant to care someone could get caught in the middle. I’m gonna go down there and I’m gonna call for help if I get there too late. So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go do my job!’ Amy stood her ground.

Amy stormed away from the main room and headed up the steps that took her to a gigantic car park. She got into one of the parked Jeeps and ignited the engine. The engine roared into life. The door into the passenger seat opened and closed behind Cameron.

‘What are you doing?’ Amy was confused.

‘You’re right. I should have seen how much this would upset you. I’ll go with you and help those officers. Just wait a minute, yeah?’ Cameron hoped.

‘I’ll do it, only because you happen to be my Gramps.’ Amy gave in.

The back left seat door was opened and shut, Finley sitting in the back.

‘Got some kit we might need.’ Finley smiled weakly at Amy.

‘Okay. Let’s go.’ Amy nodded.

Amy backed the Jeep out the space and drove out the car park. She glanced at Cameron. He got the message. Cameron pushed one of the buttons in the dashboard, just above a CD player. Immediately sirens and blue and red lights went off. The siren sounded nothing like the Police, Ambulance and Fire Brigade sirens. It got cars parting like the red sea for them though.

‘Fin, get me an ETA for Kingswell Industrial Estate. Gramps, try and get hold of Lizzy.’ Amy took command.

Both of them did as she asked. Finley typed furiously and Cameron held his phone to his ear.

‘ETA should be about six minutes from our current location.’ Finley called.

‘Lizzy’s not picking up.’ Cameron was worried.

Amy stepped on it and sped faster through the traffic. Cameron and Finley hung onto the bars in their doors, just to make sure they didn’t get flung far through the Jeep. The Jeep came to a stop outside a warehouse. It was shedding ash and dust. Amy ran inside without thinking. She climbed over debris and found a PC in her uniform on the ground. Amy checked her output, but there was nothing. Amy started CPR. Cameron and Finley came in and found someone else in the warehouse with the PC. They checked her over.

‘We’ve got DC Natalie Price here. She’s just unconscious.’ Cameron called.

Amy kept giving CPR. There was no response, but she wasn’t going to give up. Cameron came over and helped her. Amy kept pumping her heart and Cameron tried to push air into her lungs. The PC coughed awake and seemed a little bit dazed.

‘Hey Lizzy. Take it easy. You’ve just been caught in an explosion.’ Amy told her.

Lizzy looked at Amy and they both smiled a little at each other.

‘We need to get you both out of here. We can sit you on the curb until emergency services get here.’ Cameron helped Lizzy sit up.

They got Lizzy onto her feet and Amy helped Lizzy walk outside. Lizzy sat on the curb, trying to recover. Amy pulled out her phone and made a call.

‘We need all emergency services. An explosion has just happened in a warehouse in the Kingswell Industrial Estate. Two cops, PC Reading and DC Price from Locksford were caught inside. They’ll be outside the warehouse when you get here. You don’t need my name and if you play this for their case, let them know there’s more to this case than they think. We’ll be back sooner than they think too. And no, we didn’t plant the bomb.’ Amy hung up.

‘They’ll suspect you from that.’ Lizzy coughed.

‘I doubt it. Not on your system. Kept completely off it for assignment purposes. Besides, I’m sure we’ll meet again. Espionage is everywhere these days. Bring on the life of a spy, eh?’ Amy shrugged.

Cameron and Finley helped the DC sit next to Lizzy.

‘You okay, Tash?’ Lizzy asked.

Tash nodded, a little out of it.

‘We’d better go. Good luck and I hope you can catch whoever did this.’ Amy smiled weakly.

The three of them got back in the Jeep and drove off, not quite forgetting they just saved the Police from dealing with a double Police murder.

Short Story: Crossover

Their steps down the corridor echoed as they got closer and closer to their fate. Megan Adara kept looking straight ahead, but Kai Adara looked round, unable to take it all in.

‘How are you not petrified?’ Kai asked.

‘Dad, I’ve met her before. She doesn’t scare me anymore. She trusts me.’ Megan said.

‘You want me to trust her too?’


‘Great. That’s really not what I wanted to hear.’

‘What would you prefer me to say? She’s gonna bite your head off if you speak out of turn?’

‘She won’t…will she?’

Megan rolled her eyes and led Kai further down the corridor. They reached the main room and Kai was shocked. The room was open and there was a central controls command in the middle of the room. Megan led him up to the controls. They waited, Kai not quite sure what he had walked into. Footsteps walked towards them. Megan straightened her clothes and her posture. Edward Thomas walked into the room and stopped when he saw them.

‘Were we expecting you?’ Edward checked.

‘AT2 was expecting us.’ Megan tried to tread carefully.

‘That explains a lot. You’d better follow me.’ Edward caught sight of Kai’s worry.

Megan led Kai round to follow Edward back the way he had just come. The corridor was long and they finally got to a room on the right side. They walked in and Edward shut the door behind them. Amy Thomas was standing at the table, examining a map. Cameron Thomas was standing on her right, pointing at a place on the map.

‘Amy, next time you want someone to come down here, at least give the rest of courtesy of knowing you’ve done so.’ Edward complained.

Amy and Cameron looked up and stood straight at the sight of Megan and Kai.

‘You made it?’ Amy was a little shocked.

‘Got here as quickly as we could.’ Megan shrugged.

‘Amy, what’s going on?’ Edward asked.

‘You remember the Adara family?’ Amy said.

‘They’re Adaras?’ Cameron was shocked.

‘Someone attacked their house in the UK. Megan was the only one who got out. Kai was already in the States. Whoever is after them killed Megan’s Mum and kidnapped her brother Jeb. We have to do something to get them back.’ Amy explained.

‘How are we gonna do that exactly? Our numbers are dwindled as it is.’ Cameron said.

‘We just need to give them as much information as possible and give them any equipment they need. We won’t go too far.’ Amy looked up at Cameron.

‘You really enjoy messing with my head, don’t you?’ Cameron groaned.

‘It’s my speciality.’ Amy grinned.

Cameron rolled his eyes and nudged Amy.

‘Tell us everything.’ Amy looked at Megan and Kai.

Neither of them knew how to start, their lives crumbling in front of them.

Short Story: Neil’s Farewell

Sat at his desk, nothing seemed to be happening. Filling in the paperwork, Sergeant Neil Reading tried to get ahead of it so he could go on the beat he so loved. He looked up at the photo frame on his desk. The picture was Neil and his seventeen year old sister, Lizzy. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he saw the two of them mucking about in the picture. Lizzy was in Neil’s arms, him making it hard for Lizzy to get away from him. His smile started to fade as he saw who was calling his mobile phone. MICHAEL was printed on the screen, draining any joy out of Neil’s face. He picked up his phone and clicked decline. He put the phone back down and tried to get on with his work. His desk phone rang and he saw the time was 3:45pm. He picked up the receiver and held it to his ear.

‘Sergeant Reading.’ Neil was a little lost in the papers.

‘I’m home and I’m ok.’ Lizzy had phoned in.

‘Hey trouble.’ Neil started to grin.

‘You looked in the mirror?’

‘How’s college been?’

‘Well, I accidentally showed up a teacher on the knowledge I had of crime. You’re rubbing off on me.’

‘It happens. You got homework?’

‘Yeah. Thought I’d do dinner first and then move onto it.’

‘Don’t be up later than nine. You have a lecture tomorrow.’

‘I know. I know. I should be fine.’

‘You’ll be a fine copper, you know.’

‘Not as good as you though.’

‘I think you’ll be way better than me.’

PC Tash Price knocked on the office door. Neil looked at her, taking in her whole body.

‘Sarge, we got a lead. Warehouse on the outskirts of Kingswell.’ Tash spoke quietly.

‘Have you got to go?’ Lizzy hoped not.

‘Sorry, trouble. I’ll try not to be too late tonight. If I think I’m gonna be too late, I’ll make sure Mum comes to check on you.’ Neil promised.

‘I love you.’ Lizzy seemed nervous.

‘I love you too. I always will.’ Neil hung up the phone.

‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have interrupted.’ Tash apologised.

‘It’s ok. Let’s go.’ Neil pulled his extra bits of uniform on.

Tash and Neil walked with speed through the corridors. They made it out to the yard and into an area car. Tash drove them there, knowing exactly where to go.

‘She can’t know what we’re about to do, not yet.’ Neil broke the silence.

‘She’s your sister. You do know she’ll be taken back to your parents due to her being seventeen?’ Tash was worried.

‘She’s got the flat in her name as well as mine. She can make her own decisions now she’s seventeen. She won’t choose to go back, not with him after last time.’

‘You think she’s gonna be ok?’

‘No idea. I hope so. She’s tougher than she looks. Just look after her for me. Lizzy may still be a kid, but she’s becoming a great cop through college. She wants to go to Tally Ho when she’s old enough. I won’t stop her and hopefully they’ll take her on.’

‘They know what kind of copper you are. They’ll know right away from meeting her what kind she is.’

The area car pulled up at an industrial estate. A warehouse stuck out with clear enough clues something was wrong.

‘Stay in the car. If something goes wrong, call it in and get backup.’

Neil got out the passenger seat and headed into the warehouse. It looked like it had been an old bakery of some kind. Boxes were stacked high all over the ground floor. Neil opened one of the boxes. He found it was full of packets of flour.

‘What do you want flour for?’ Neil spoke out loud.

A loud ticking started to fill the room. Neil spun on the spot, looking round the room to try and locate the source. He stepped closer to the centre of the room. A package was addressed to him. He opened it with force and found ticking compartments starting inside the box and then spreading out to the edges of the building. Neil grabbed his radio and clicked the transmit button.

‘Charlie Yankee from 10, urgent assistance to a warehouse in the Kingswell Industrial Estate. Charlie Yankee 2’s vehicle is in the location to give our exact location. You need to send an officer to 24 Canley Hill and make sure Lizzy Reading is alright. Something-‘

The device inside the package exploded into fire. Neil was caught in the centre of the explosion. The building was torched. Whoever wanted to get Neil out the way was making a good go of making it happen. He found a body lying in the dust. They were completely obliterated. There was no skin or teeth left for identification, but bits of uniform were left. Neil pulled off his nametag and stuck it on the body. He pulled all his belongings out his pockets and scattered them round the body. He stumbled out the back door of the warehouse and staggered away, sirens and vehicles speeding onto the scene to discover Sergeant Neil Reading was dead.

Short Story: Lizzy Reading

Sitting in her bedroom was all Lizzy could do to keep her emotions steady. Her hands were shaking, a letter in her hands. She struggled to swallow air without a sharp pain in her chest. She felt the urge to run and hide, but that wasn’t an option. She read the letter again, for the fifth time that morning and paused when she reached the name of the person who had written the letter. Neil Reading.

The name hit repeat in her head, just like a stuck record. She had thought he was dead for nearly four years. He had left the flat to her in his will. She got to stay in her sanctuary, but now there was doubt what happened to Neil, she couldn’t let it settle. Sitting still was now having the reverse effect she wanted. Lizzy stood from her bed, still gripping the letter and looked down at it one last time. She gently placed it on her desk. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the wardrobe.

Lizzy pulled out the clothes she needed. She got out of her PJs and into her Locksford Police Station uniform, the basics anyway. She smoothed out the shirt, tied the shoelaces of the Doc Marten boots, brushed down the trousers and tied her hair into a neat ponytail behind her head. Glaring at her reflection of the wall length mirror pushed her over the edge.

‘OK, Neil. You wanna play the tough guy? Then take on this.’ Lizzy’s Brummy accent bled through her words.

She smirked, hearing her accent sound like the true Brummys and not like the accent they try to pass off as Brummy in Peaky Blinders. She picked up her backpack, prepared for the day ahead, and left her room, not looking back to see the figure starting to climb out of her wardrobe.

Short Story: Bella Part 2

Bella sits on the floor, staring out the window. She gazes up at the clear sun, not bothering to watch what her older sister, Rose, is doing. Bella fidgets slightly, but she doesn’t move from her spot. Jonathan enters the living room and immediately spots the difference between his daughters. His eldest daughter, ten years old, is writing in an exercise book. His youngest daughter, seven years old, is staring out the window like she has been since she got up early in the morning.

Jonathan took a deep breath and walked towards Bella. He crouched next to her and plonked himself down on the floor next to her.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Jonathan tried to engage her in conversation.

‘Daddy?’ Bella asked, looking right at him.

‘Yes, sweetheart?’

‘Why am I different? The others keep running round the playground, but I just want to read my book. They pick on me for it.’

‘They shouldn’t pick on you for it. It’s wrong. You’re different because if we were all the same, life would be very boring. You have different interests to them, that’s all. There’s a reason we do things a certain way, but it takes time to understand why.’

‘Is that why Rose won’t wave at me at school?’


‘She ignores me at school. Everyone stays away, but I can hear them laughing and looking at me. Am I naughty?’

‘No. They just don’t understand you yet. They’re still learning, like you are.’


Bella looked away, a little disheartened. Jonathan gently pulled her close and sat her on his lap. Both of them looked out the window, but Jonathan kept glancing at Bella, worried sick how much of a situation Bella was in and was hiding from him. He kissed her head, trying to put the worries away.

Short Story: Run To Him

Silence carried up to her room. Her back was to the door into her bedroom. She had wheeled her desk chair to face her bed and be level with it. She had a cardboard box open in front of her. The lid was top to the bedding, a box of bullets placed on top of it. a Revolver without the ammunition magazine inserted sat on the bed, taunting her. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for what she was about to do. Her hands moved fast.

She grabbed the box of bullets and started to fill the magazine with as many as the magazine would hold. She checked it was securely filled and slid it into the body of the Revolver with a click. She pulled the safety off and stood from her chair, listening for any movements. She carefully pulled her room door open and tiptoed downstairs.

‘They’re dealt with, sir. They won’t be troubling us anytime soon.’ A man spoke into a mobile phone in the living room.

She peeked round, checking for how many targets there were. She could see three men, all with their own weapons. She tested her trainers and found they were secure and ready for anything.

‘No, we haven’t found it. Sir, they had a daughter, a teenage one by the look of the pictures.’ The man was alarmed as he spotted a picture on the mantelpiece.

She took a deep breath and pointed the Revolver at the man on the phone.

‘DOWN ON THE GROUND!’ She yelled.

The men turned in shock. They hadn’t been expecting her to be there.

‘Like you’ll-‘ The man who had been on the phone started.

She shot one of the men in the shoulder knocking him to the ground quickly. The other two men were horrified.

‘Sir, I’ll call you back.’ The man got off the phone.

She kept the Revolver trained on the man putting his phone away.

‘Tough little thing, aren’t ya?’ He tried to patronize her.

‘Weapons on the ground, all of them.’ She demanded, authority seeping out of her words.

The two men did as she asked, but the man who had been on the phone tried to shoot her. She moved and shot him in the shoulder. She shot the other man in the collarbone, fracturing it. She ran into the living room and grabbed the backpack stuffed behind the sofa. Without a second glance she yanked the backpack on and ran out the house. She hid the gun in one of her pockets and kept running until she couldn’t hear anyone or any vehicles following her. She walked under the treeline until she reached the main road. She hailed a taxi and got in.

‘Where to, love?’ The taxi driver asked.

‘Nearest international airport please.’ She said.

‘Going on holiday?’ He asked, taking off.

‘Something like that.’ She shrugged.

She looked out the window, knowing she wasn’t likely to see the place she called home for a long time.

Short Story: Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

It has been many months.Well, two to be exact when I write this. I haven’t heard from you for a while. I dunno I will for a very long time. Our journey has been rough, but we had got through it to this point. I was there when things went belly up for you and when you felt you had no one else to turn to. I miss you. Truly, I do. I miss our trips out to see various films and come back quoting them into oblivion. What I’m trying to say is, I still want you as a friend.

I know we had our fallings out. You turned your back and went away. That’s your choice. I just wanted to let you know I still support the way you are and I don’t regret you finding who you are. I just regret that I wasn’t there for you more, just so you wouldn’t feel like you had to be on your own.

When you disappeared, it was like a hole had ripped its way through my chest. I wasn’t whole, as if I was when we first met all those years ago. Oh, friend, I wish we could have left on better terms than this. I still crave for the times we had together and how it could go back to all that. The innocence of our time before life got in the way. Through everything we were there for each other and now I have one less friend to turn to and it hurts like hell. I do feel like I didn’t support you enough and I’m sorry for that.

I hope that wherever you are, you are safe and well. Maybe in the future we can get back in touch and meet up, repair our bridges. I want, no need my friend back. I wish you all the luck in the world to find what you are searching for, but I also hope it brings us back together at one point. I’ll be waiting.


Your best friend, as long as you want me to be

Short Story: Amy’s Diary 1


Dear Diary,

I wasn’t too sure if I was a diary-writing kind of girl, but I thought I might just give it a go. Today has been a disaster. Everything has gone wrong. Today was my twenty-first birthday. I was finally allowed to graduate from Junior Member to Full Member of the IPS. Sadly, I can’t clarify any more what that means. If I did, I’d have to kill you.

I’d literally just got my ID and the controls flipped. A siren went off, letting us know our location was under threat. Protocol five was activated. We were to flee to our base in Nevada. I had a small amount of belongings packed into the boot of a Jeep John was driving. Jacob was in the passenger seat. I was in the back. We followed the other Jeeps flee, ours holding up the rear.

The Falling Stars, the arch-nemesis of the family, caught up to us. One of their vehicles rammed into our Jeep. We spun and crashed back onto our wheels. When I got my full bearings, metal had been bent out of shape and sharply jutted out of the plastic casing that was the inside of the Jeep. The metal had come through so much it was actually stabbed into my left leg. Blood oozed out of the wound, but I couldn’t find any energy to move. I could feel the blood trickling down my leg and getting absorbed by my sock.

Jacob and John tried to get me to stay conscious, but the loss of so much blood and my dizziness knocked me out. Only, the issue became that when I woke up I was in my bed back at the base. I was about to go and ask the family questions about it when I found a scar down my cheek. When I questioned the family about it Harriet diagnosed my symptoms as being in a coma. I have to get home, but I’m scared of what I might find out.

Amy Thomas

Short Story: Ravens

The cliff was at the right tilt for the view to look more incredible that if it was a flat incline. My feet were secure as I stood facing the landscape. The wind rustled through my clothes, pinning the front of my clothes to my body and the rest of the material flapping behind me.

‘You ready for this?’ Luke asked.

I looked behind me and he was standing nearby, but not so close that he could knock me over the edge if he wished.

‘No matter my answer, you’ll still make me do this.’ I countered.

‘You’re getting it.’

‘Remind me why I’m up here?’

‘Your powers are getting more uncontrollable. You’re getting the ability when you really don’t need it. This is to give you a chance to phase properly to try and get control of it. Once you have control, we can use it to help people.’

‘So you want me to jump?’

‘Yeah. Whilst you’re falling, your ability should kick in and you’ll phase properly.’


‘Yeah. If you don’t seem to, I’ll jump and get you safely to ground.’

‘Okay. Sounds easy enough.’

‘Good luck. Go when you’re ready.’

I stepped back from the edge, knowing I’d have to run at this. I took deep breaths and tried to focus my mind. I had images flickering through my mind of a raven. Before I knew it, my body sped over the edge, plunging me into the air. I started to fall, but then black feathers enveloped my body. My arms shrunk and then expanded out into wings. My legs shrunk into the rest of my body that morphed around me. I swooped through the air, breezing through and around to fly back up to the cliff I’d just left. I landed on my feet and my focus zoomed in, almost like a camera would, on Luke watching me.

‘Nice one. Living up to our name, as usual, Ali Raven.’

Luke smirked at me. Before I knew what he was doing, he pounced at me, a matted bag in his grip.