A figure standing in the doorway, just visible through the glass of the front door, turned as the bus passed by; watching. In the next house, another figure, until I saw it was the same in every doorway, every window. Even the tower blocks had figures pressed up against the Read more…
Don’t worry if you’re not all caught up: you can read parts 1, 2 and 3 here. Argan was able to look at her for the first time with the kitchen light shining on her delicate face. She was perfection. He wanted to watch her eat an apple with her Read more…
Don’t worry if you’ve not read parts 1 and 2, you can catch up here and here. It was evening and Annie’s arm had just about stopped bleeding from the pointy end of the corkscrew. All in all, she was hoping for a quiet and event-free evening; her head was Read more…
Not all caught up? Never fear! Part 1 is available to read here. The strange events had started the evening before the mailman incident. They were no stranger than having up to twenty ghosts singing or talking inside your head at any time – but they were strange all the Read more…
The ghosts inside her head were singing ‘Happy Birthday’ again. They were always at it, singing and talking amongst themselves. ‘Happy Birthday’ was a new one to add to their repertoire; quite often they just said ‘don’t worry about it Camellia’. Annie’s name wasn’t Camellia, so she assumed they weren’t Read more…
A sturdy oak tree stands in the centre of the wood. I shift my bowed head and my shackles strain. There is the smell of mulch and earth and petrol in the air, my ancient nose picks them out one by one. It’s a crisp autumn day and the sound Read more…
The Virtual Body showed the exact process by which you digest foods, what happens when you go hungry, which parts of your brain are activated when you concentrate, the bits that shift and flow and move when you’re under intense pressure. An eight-year-old child wants to see what happens when Read more…
Content warning: Grief, loss of child, death. Jolted with recognition, a familiar face stares out from the screen in my lap: two blue eyes like the widest of winter skies, two plump cheeks and a little smile that beams out, melting even the iciest heart. Addy used to smile at Read more…
Once, we walked on the land with them, treated almost as equals. That ‘almost’ gave a fierce sting. When the time came, we chose the Dolphins, — they understood more than man ever could. We were no match for a sharp blade, or machine gun fire and soon the sea Read more…
He’d dream of the forest, of her, and wake up beside the lake once again. More often than not he was alone. But sometimes, he’d wake up and she’d be sitting there, cross legged on the damp leaves, watching him sleep.