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Short Stories

Short stories written by John Fisher, which he would like to share for your enjoyment.

The Wish

By J W Fisher

The imp laughed.  Its every sound was now the total incarnation of irritation to him.  He watched its rickety movements.  Its annoying limbs.  Its sneaking eyes
“Four times more” it hissed.  The sarcasm like steam, rising from the words.
“Four times the hair” relishing the ease of the task, taunting the insecurities of this man standing before it.
“Your hair four fold” its grimy teeth grinned, adoring just how shallow the request, sniggering at his vain decision – when offered the world.  Its eyes seemed hollow and whilst darkening as they narrowed, this gruesome creature now embodied his every repulsion.  This thing that could grant the most sought after wish, his deepest desire.

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Early Exit

By J W Fisher

"I AM NOT SCARED TO DIE.  I JUST DON’T WANT TO BE THERE WHEN IT HAPPENS"
Woody Allen.

Chapter 1

He was not going to make it; there was no way he could.  The brakes were flat to the floor, fully down - but he was coming up way too fast.

The twelve- hour shifts had been getting to him, he could feel the strain of it all on his face and this time of year was even worse.  He went to work and came home from work in two things; his old Volvo, and the dark.  The need for sleep always seemed to kick in the moment he sat down in the drivers seat - and night driving was worse still. 

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The Mermaids Voice

By J W Fisher

She broke through the crest, into the chilled damp air.  There he stood on board, like a beautiful statuette.  His eyes could have been pure crystal, reflecting out the night stars, as if heaven itself belonged within them.  His hair was curled and gently brushed against his shoulder blades.  Its colour was as sunshine and in the subtle breaths of the dark night breeze, it moved as delicately as the wings of the golden eagles she had seen soaring across the blue.  Truly he was a magnificent man.  As truly, she did love him with all her soul.

Her heart stood still for a single moment, her entire being now becoming consumed by his moonlit silhouette.  Her subconscious urged him from her sight, urged him away – demanding him to go, but leave he did not.

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