My Legs Hurt – Part Two By Matthew Sylvester Michelle tried not to groan as she leant her back against a tree. “Just a flesh wound” was a common term films and books liked to use. Usually the hero just shrugged it off and kept going. It was utter bullshit. Every step she took felt … Continue reading
My legs hurt By Matthew Sylvester “Mummy, my legs hurt,” moaned Sylvia, at only ten years old she was short for her age, with pale blonde hair. Bottom lip hutting out, she dropped her pack and slumped to the floor, rubbing her thighs. Mummy in this case, was thirty-eight year-old Michelle, and her thighs ached … Continue reading
Turncoat, turned By Matthew Sylvester Seabury shifted on the ammo crate he’d been made to sit on. Rebels, they called themselves Homesteaders, but they were rebels to all intents and purposes, stood guard over him. Whilst they hadn’t been rough, they hadn’t exactly been gentle and he’d caught the odd elbow and bump as they’d … Continue reading