The hallway smelt the way perfume companies wanted you to believe lavender and roses smelt, and it set off warning bells in his mind.
Mind Games by D.I. Jolly
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”
Alternative History 2
Not much was known about Anne Frank’s childhood, it was as if she only came to life in her early 20s
No Quarter By D. I. Jolly
No Quarter By D. I. Jolly Like so many others, Jack hated his job. It had been challenging for the first week and a half, but once he’d gotten into the rhythm of it, it had basically stayed the same. What made it worse, for him anyway, was that the deeper into the routine of…
Mr Stevenson Believes by D.I. Jolly
After one too many jokes he found he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that people thought he was cruel and it bothered him how angry it made him, which quickly turned into a downward spiral and before he knew it, he could barely take two steps out his door without starting an internal argument with himself about the thoughts of total strangers.
Focus by D.I. Jolly
Focus by D.I. Jolly When George and his best friend Spencer, who everyone called Badger, were conscripted into the army, George took it with the shake of his head and a smile deciding that it was a joke and therefore didn’t require any more effort than was strictly necessary. Badger, on the other hand, had…
Impostor by D.I. Jolly
“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising, and Bob really is that sweet guy who’s kind… and boring and harmless. I’ll miss him too. But sadly, he didn’t survive this hostage situation, but it’s ok, life goes on.”
Promise You Won’t Get Mad? By D.I. Jolly
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
Deceit by D.I. Jolly
The problem with pure destruction is that someone has to have made something for you to destroy.
Another Friday Night by D.I. Jolly
Another Friday Night by D.I. Jolly I looked down with a smug sense of satisfaction as he slid off the knife to the ground. Of course then I heard his phone go off and had to check to see who was looking for him. Let me tell you, the moment you realise you’ve just killed…