(The Complete Short Story Series) — I decided to put all the parts of my story into one post to make it easier to read in one go. If anyone is brave enough then I hope you enjoy it. If you would prefer to read the parts individually then here is a link to the list. Tracks, a short story published in parts. neilhayeswrites.medium.com …

Hidden Nature — During the day it looks like any other European suburb. Blocks of flats, sometimes still dressed in the old-fashioned grey, now more often with some colour. What is good is that there is also still plenty of green. Areas of grass between the concrete, and trees too, are small retreats…

Thoughts about life. — These thoughts and feelings were inspired by a poem by Jason Edmunds. Please read it at the following link, it’s awesome. Silky Smooth Hands What happened to them? Where did they go?medium.com The message conveyed in the poem hit home. You see, I have recently begun to feel old. For the first time in my life, my body is beginning to…

Short Fiction — Together they silently walked towards the restaurant, each hoping that the other would say what needed to be said. Neither of them wanted to take the plunge and be held accountable. They each felt that the other wanted the same thing, but it was so difficult to be sure. But…

A short story — Phil is walking back along the main road, toward Leah’s house. He decides to go through the back lane and enter her garden. A short hop over the wooden fence and he is there. As he approaches the back door of the house he can see her stirring something in…

A short story. Contains scenes of violence. “He doesn’t deserve her; she belongs to me. How could she think he is better than me?” he thinks. He is walking along the main road that leads to their street, looking determined, angry, and scary. People who see him go across to…

A short story — I am back in the damp and the dark. The difference this time is that I can move, and I am happy. It feels like I am home. The love I have been looking for my whole life is here, it is pouring through my body. …

A short story — “Show me your identity papers.” The cold wind blew across his face as he stared at the man who had just stepped into the street in front of him. He hadn't seen him standing in the doorway of the office building. He wanted to ask all the questions that an…