Short Stories – Jake Grayson Writes

Money Talks

“Oh, look! A penny!” The lady bends down and picks the coin up from the damp car park floor. “Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck!” she says to herself before opening her handbag and tossing the coin inside, clicking the bag shut, and continuing her day, feeling slightlyContinue reading “Money Talks”

So I Stole A Horse

A 17 year old boy and a small brown horse walking into the sunset

Let me just start this off by saying that I didn’t intend to steal a horse. OK? It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t plotted, it just sort of happened. We were going to my grandparents’ house for the weekend. They live in this boring little village in the middle of nowhere, but Mum said we hadContinue reading “So I Stole A Horse”

The Cave at the Top of the Hill

Mason spreads the map out across the surface of the picnic table, using his binoculars and notebook to hold down the corners. “Alright, team, we’ve made it!” The four other members of the newly established Westpeak High School Newspaper Team surround the table, each wrapped up in thick coats, hats, and scarves to protect themContinue reading “The Cave at the Top of the Hill”

When I was Big

“WAKE UP!” Lucy is sitting in the living room of her semi-detached house, browsing the channels as she usually does at this time of the evening. She’s just finished making one of the few meals she can: Beans on toast. “I SAID WAKE UP!” She’s just come back from another busy day at the office.Continue reading “When I was Big”

War Games

The soldiers huddle around the desk, their shoulders brushing against one another as all eyes scan the plans scattered in front of them, a single lamp as their only source of light. “Tell me gently, Sergeant, what’s the damage?” asks the Chief, slumping back onto a chair, rubbing her eyes in deep frustration. The SargentContinue reading “War Games”

Friday 8th December 2023

Friday 8th December 2023. It’s been another dull winter’s day, not just in the weather, but in the mood, almost as if the clouds themselves are joining us in anguish. It’s a day that we’ve all silently been preparing for over the last four years, though I don’t think any of us truly expected itContinue reading “Friday 8th December 2023”

The Light

Tim was supposed to be in bed by eight. It’s half past now. In his defence, he can’t tell time yet. And even if he could, he wouldn’t have checked. He is far too fixated on something outside. When the view from your bedroom window is just big green fields, there isn’t anything too excitingContinue reading “The Light”