Hopkinsville is a quintessentially ordinary town. Green, flat, and rural as can be. The Hopkinsville police must have been positively anxious for something extraordinary to happen. I imagine a touch of eagerness in their faces as they watched two cars speed into town on August 21st, 1955. How anybody manages to fit five adults and […]Read more "Peculiar Planet – The Hopkinsville Goblins"
There was once upon a time a boy who loved Christmas, and he loved it more than life itself. He loved the snow, and he loved the presents, and he loved the cosy warm fire that his grandma always kept alight through the winter months. But the thing about Christmas that he loved the most, and the thing that was, in fact, the little boy’s most favourite thing in all the world, was the North Pole sky.Read more "The North Pole Tunnel – A Family Fable"
Amber was expecting the sound, but it sent shivers down her spine nevertheless. When you hear footsteps creaking up the staircase, footsteps that are much too heavy to be your mums despite the fact that she’s the only other person meant to be here, you can’t help but feel a little frightened.Read more "A bit of a story you’ll never read the rest of"
The Faylin Valley began with stroke of violet, the perfect sky. It might not be the truth, for the truth was that the sky was dull and blue, but that didn’t concern Tully so much. If kings and queens could be rid of every imperfection, the sky would receive such treatment too. Everything was beautiful once Tully had put down his brush, and the valley would be no exception.Read more "The painter’s daughter"
She had arrived, the rainclouds a herald to her coming. Dolphin Woman regarded me from the doorway, a sweet smile playing tentatively on her lips. “Hey” I said, as she approached. My voice grew weak beneath her gaze. “Nice day, eh?”Read more "Dolphin Woman"
I headed away from the customers, listening to the incessant buzz of questions and orders and laughing and groaning. So much noise. One sound cut through it all. The radio, and its three looping songs, had taken a break from repetitive auto-tune to give a little insight into the American election. Donald Trump, it said, was the new president.
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It was only the second time I’d flown alone, but already I felt careless and free. Normally the idea of chatting to a stranger would be terrifying, but this wasn’t normal. I was on a plane, heading somewhere different, alone. If I was brave enough to get on the plane in the first place, I would sure as hell be brave enough to talk to a stranger for a little while.Read more "The Stowaway"