Ryan Pilot

Fiction Writing – Short Stories – Flash Fiction

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It’s Her Birthday

There she is, Rosa July-Ann Spencer, propped up on a dozen pink sequinned cushions, her huge frilly green tutu dress popping outwards like the canopy of a garish tree. On her head is the tackiest princess tiara I’ve ever seen, even for a twelve-year-old.                 Her wild blue eyes are a little bit frightening, they must have her absolutely wired on sugar, judging by the empty sweet wrappers and cupcake cases she’s chucked on the floor. BIRTHDAY GIRL is announced on the wall behind her, a three-metre foil banner, pink text and sparkly patterns. No number for the age of…

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Chase

His trouser leg ripped free of my fingers, yanked my arm out straight and I went face first into the moss. I covered my head but he didn’t kick me, why did that bastard always run? I slipped through the mud and I pulled myself up on the fallen tree. Barely on a trail now, I was hopping tree roots and nearly turning my ankle on rocks. I could taste blood from my lungs – I couldn’t even remember how long I’d been running. * Nobody could find Gary, his family looked for five years and the local rumour was…

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Place and Time

I’d found a quiet spot away from the afterwork drinkers and browsed the menu for something to read. I don’t like to be on my phone too much, it feels like an addiction. I heard the other day that people in tech don’t let their kids have them as they know the damage they cause. I could nearly see the door from here and I knew she wouldn’t message ahead, so no point checking my phone. It was more fun, in a way, when I was young, meeting up with people, you had a place and a time and there…

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The Lodger

Running his finger through the thorny shrubs, the tiny scratches are welcome to Craig’s pale skin. The plants are poking over ancient brick walls, overflowing from the tastefully unkempt gardens of terraced period properties. The mild pain gives Craig a thrill, reminding him that he is alive in the free world. This can’t be the…

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