Tag Archives: fiction
The first thing Jack noticed when he awoke was the smell of smoke. The second thing was the daylight streaming through the window. The daylight scared him more. His mouth felt furry, but there would be nothing to drink until … Continue reading
The dark is my friend. At night while the world sleeps, I come out to work – visiting the most affluent homes and liberating pieces of jewellery, mobile phones, iPods, iPads, and anything else I think I may be able … Continue reading
There’s a definite Christmassy-thing going on on my other blog, so if you’ve ever wondered how they celebrate Christmas in other countries, pop over to SJB Teaching and have a look. There are four countries so far with more to … Continue reading
Grey is ugly. Drab. Dismal. The colour of my heart. The colour of the ashes I came here to scatter. Some fall into the river, settling on the surface for a moment before the current swirls them away, towards the … Continue reading
Ginny looked at the mess bubbling in her saucepan and wrinkled her nose. It just wasn’t good enough. Not even Rupert, their canine dustbin, would eat that. For the second time that morning she scraped the contents into the bin. … Continue reading
Thirteen bells toll as the dead begin to rise. A jubilant battle-cry echoes through the darkness. This time the prophecy will be fulfilled.