Short Stories

by Hadley Bradley

The Toll – Sam Fields was a leading travel writer who went missing. Read his final journal entry which opens with “Let’s start at the beginning, save to say this, these Scottish Highlands are a haunted place.”

Twelve – A short story I wrote for sons 12th birthday. The monolith was as dark as the night sky with all the stars extinguished. A deep black with a sheen like wet leather. I tentatively reached out to touch it and the hairs on the back of my hand stood to attention. The air seemed to crackle with static charge. As my fingers touched the perfect surface everything stopped.

Adam – Adam looked up from his phone. In that instance, he knew he was going to die. Soon to meet his maker.

Air Hotel – My first attempt at writing a shorty story.