By Syl Dinada I came upon a post. Well, “post” is perhaps charitable in the context. This err… let’s just say, less-than-positive display, did not relate to the goals of that...
Category: Readers' Corner, Short Stories
Linda hated Christmas, or rather the long run up to Christmas. It was busier but easier when the children were still at school; they knew exactly who would be there for Christmas every...
Category: Short Stories
By Syldinada How, the scientist-pilot wondered, knowing what they knew of the universe, how could they affect it? Studying the map, they had realised they found themselves in its very heart....
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Meet Jack: Jack’s a reindeer. Like all reindeer, Jack has one goal in life: to be famous. When he was just a little calf, he dreamt of becoming like his old...
Category: Short Stories
The town of Lime Hollow is no ordinary town, so the legend goes. Where other towns live and thrive according to the people who inhabitant them, the people of Lime Hollow...
Category: Readers' Corner, Short Stories
It was the whine that got me. not that blinding light. I would’ve thought such intensity would be sure to get my attention, but no, it was that blasted whine. It...
Category: Readers' Corner, Short Stories
‘Is that for next door?’ Eleanor asked the green man who had emerged from the yellow van. ‘No, express delivery for Ms E. Fairfax.’ ‘But I haven’t ordered anything, certainly nothing...
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“I met God yesterday,” Chuck said matter-of-factly as he was picking at the sweet-looking flies that were darting on the surface of the water. “Oh really?” Cheryl rolled her big-bug eyes...
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Fur Babies ‘Pompom’ called a shrill voice. When did real dogs turn to toys wondered Vince as he trudged through the mud, conspicuous as the only human without a dog. The...
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Perhaps I should have questioned why someone would anonymously send me a free ticket for a round trip train journey. Too late now however, for I was standing on the platform...
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by Nicci Rae There was blood in the gravy boat. That was the first thing that I noticed. Well, maybe not the first thing but certainly the thing that my mind...
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Jed Baker strode across the landing strip with his usual measured pace. His co-pilot Chas Blair was already checking the fuel and instruments. ‘There’s only a small window in the weather...
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