The rhythmic swish and thud of Chris’ windscreen wipers lulled him into a trance. Rain peppered…
We had a silhouette portrait on our wall, one of the old ones from the 18th century. It…
“Don’t let anyone tell you they weren’t real.”
The quest was almost over. The Knight had long ago lost count of how many days he had been…
They sat on the hill and waited for the sunrise.
A short story
The hazy autumn sun hangs low in the sky as you skip through the door of your grandad’s house. Your dad…
“It’s in the wardrobe.”
“Blinds open,” mumbled Scott as he woke groggily.