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Continued from Part 1: “We always have choices, we have always *had* choices, but we don’t always remember that we had them. It is convenient to forget we had choices.” X:...

X: Dreamed of telling Y I actually did want some of my mother’s stuff – one of the torcheries. Then I offered her some tiny souvenirs I got in China TYM:...

The mist still hung over the bracken, the Thames meandered peacefully by. A pair or antlers rose above the bracken, tilting back as a black nose sniffed the air. The morning...

Bones On The Beach The gentle waves seemed at odds with the macabre bones they washed over. The skull grinning up from the disassembled pile was the only indication that these...

You know that high-pitched squeal you hear when you burn wood? You might think that it’s air escaping but you’re wrong. It’s the screams of dying wood faeries. Those pops and...

Amelia DeVere was dreading her birthday; Brian and the girls were coming round with her present, a lap top. They had given her several other choices; a clever phone, an eye...

This story is dedicated to my husband, Roy Froud, who told me to write a story about my very own arch-nemesis, Mr. Procrasto! The rope that held Captain Workhard to the...

He was there again, outside the station, selling the Big Issue. Giles never bought one because he didn’t want one, or at least he didn’t know if he wanted one; you...

Yesterday, I watched my dog, George, chewing on a nut shell. As a result, this is the story that came out of my brain! It’s a bit…er…nutty. Once upon a time,...

Today was four years long.  Not metaphorically of course.  Literally.  Each second stretching on for twenty four minutes, each minute lasting just over a day, each hour ballooning into two long...

‘Are you alright Laura, you look worried.’ ‘Oh Jason, I wasnt expecting you. Yes I’m okay, just having a genre crisis. She doesn’t know whether she’s writing Orange Booker or chic lit....

The shop was so quiet I wondered if I had made a mistake moving to a market town. I didn’t mind the minimum wage, there was nothing to spend money on...