By Elyse Harrison Previous Episodes It was nearing the end of the school year, on a Friday evening, that the final year formal came around. The examination period was over and the air around the schoolyard held a sense of finality and hinted at the conclusion of an era. Clara
Previous Episodes by Steve Gray Hello, Are You Open? Continued Bijay and Leonard went to the crepe shop, got some coffees and sat and chatted while waiting for the shelves to be delivered. Bijay asked what Leonard knew about business, and offered a suggestion, ‘There’s a book I found
By Martin Smith Previous episodes ‘When I arrived back home at Woodland, I immediately contacted Doc Dumptee’s office. I told the receptionist I needed to make an urgent appointment as I was in a bad way. She told me that there had been a late cancellation for the next
By Denise Main and Ian Chisholm Previous Episodes Arch had tossed and turned, twisting his sleeping bag into a tangled tube. He groaned, trapped in a dream. Women wearing the Blessed People head scarves over their uncut hair had circled him stomping their feet, jeering, shouting insults, calling him the
by Elyse Harrison Previous Episodes Clara smiled to herself, trying to match the one that James had given her that day. It contained so much hope, trust and life; things that she hadn't witnessed in a long time. She walked into the kitchen and tossed her backpack and
My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 1 – My Dragon by Ivor Steven Original Post A monstrous Dragon, breathing fire Did arise from the gurgling mire Dark gangrenous green, from head to tail Claws blackened, sharp as nails Purple secretions, from his scaly chest A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess Nostrils ablaze,
By Steve Gray Previous Episodes Hello, Are You Open? Leonard had struggled to make his shop happen, he would go in after work and ‘fiddle’ His wife Jo, didn’t say anything, she knew that he could get depressed about things and that might simply shut him down some more.
by Brett J Cole I often feel I was born with a shadow, one that already found its way to me, long before the light hit my skin, or the air first found my lungs. A shadow that is as much of me as I am something of it, beginning
