Category: Short Stories

Short Story: A Desperate Thief – Part 3

Christine John
man wearing a hoodie - a desperate thief

This post contains affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases. I may earn a small commission when you click on the links to make a purchase, at no additional cost to you. Jamila took a step back, suddenly realizing that she may have put herself in a dangerous position. She raised her arms, ready to defend herself as the man continued to glare at her like a wild animal ready to attack. But instead, Tom covered his face with his hands and groaned. “Aargh! Okay! Okay! You…

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Short Story: A Desperate Thief – Part 2

Christine John
man looking worried

A couple of weeks later, Jamila was walking towards her car. It was a grey four-door Vauxhall Corsa. It was her first car and she was so proud to have bought it second-hand out of the money she saved. Suddenly, she saw a man step out of her car with some items in his hand which he stuffed under his hoodie. Jamila was shocked when she realized that the man was stealing from her car! “Hey! That’s my car!” she shouted as she started running towards the man. Tom turned…

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Short Story: A Desperate Thief – Part 1

Christine John
man wearing a hoodie with outstretched hand

Louise softly kissed her two daughters as they slept soundly in the bed they shared. She then checked on the baby, her youngest daughter who was also sound asleep. The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her three girls were all sleeping peacefully. But peace was the furthest thing from her heart as she went to the front room and looked out the window, wondering where her husband was that night. It was a difficult time for them. The country was going through a recession. Hundreds…

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Short Story: Because of Diana

Christine John
Because of Diana - short story - girl

Hundreds of years ago, Juan and his wife Liora moved their entire family to the city of Nazbosheth. They set up camp just outside of the city. Juan’s family consisted of twelve sons, eight daughters, their wives and husbands, and a hundred and twenty grandchildren, including servants, slaves, and all the livestock that his family owned. The descendants of Heronodab, the father of Sach, owned the land where Juan and his family camped. Juan met with Heronodab and paid him one thousand pieces of silver for the property. He then…

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Short Story: A Summer Night to Remember

Christine John
A summer night to remember - couple kissing

Davis twisted and turned uncomfortably in his king-sized bed. It was a hot summer night and he could not sleep. He kicked off the damp sheet that had somehow twisted around his body and went to the mini fridge he had set up in his bedroom and took out a bottle of water. The cold liquid felt so refreshing as it slid down his parched throat. He then opened the French doors to let in what he hoped would be a cool breeze. He could have switched on the air…

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Short Story: The Fortune Teller

Christine John
fortuneteller

“Hey Mandy, do you want to get your fortune told?” asked Ray as he and Mandy walked casually through the fun fair. Every year the fun fair was held in Southall Park during the school’s half term. “Really? Where?” asked Mandy curiously as she looked around the fun fair. The young man pointed to a sign standing in front of a tent. “Over there. The sign says “Get your fortune told by Madame Zora”. “I don’t know, Ray. I really don’t think we should. I remember Pastor Benjamin preaching against…

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Short Story: Bad Influence

Christine John
friends - bad influence

Mrs. Baxter drew the curtains slightly so that she could look out the window. Her 16-year-old daughter Stephanie had snuck out of the house a couple of hours ago and Mrs. Baxter anxiously waited for her to come home. As soon as she spotted her daughter walking slowly towards the house, she opened the door and stood on the porch with her arms crossed.  “Stephanie! Where have you been?” demanded the girl’s mother. “Do you know what time it is?” “Um, 10:30?” the girl asked nervously. “It’s midnight!” the mother…

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Short Story: Dollar Man

Christine John
homeless man, beggar

Every morning was just the same as every other morning. Dollar Man sat by the gate of an old church and begged passers-by, mainly churchgoers, for a dollar. He always wore a raggedy old brown coat and a pair of worn-out, faded jeans. He always held in his hand a dirty plastic cup and the first thing he always said to anyone who passed by was, “Can you spare some change please?” If he were lucky, people would stop and drop some change into his cup. When the sun went…

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The Worst Travel Experience of My Life

Christine John
girl travel on boat

I must warn you that you may find this story you’re about to read a bit disgusting. About three years ago, I traveled from Dominica to Guadeloupe by ferry to visit my fiancé David. I have traveled by ferry many times over the years and I have never had any problems. It takes about three hours to travel between the two islands and it has always been a smooth ride. However, the last time I caught the ferry to Dominica from Guadeloupe, was an event that I will never forget.…

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Out of Control

Christine John
Out of Control, tired, worried, anxiety

Zayna’s husband and two daughters sat at the front of the church with all the other members of their extended family. They all had their heads down. Some were weeping quietly while others whispered to one another. Outside a hearse pulled up in front of the church and six strong men worked together to pull out the coffin. Everyone fell silent and the organ began to play gospel hymns as they carried the coffin into the church. They placed it down carefully and opened the top half of the coffin.…

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