Eva Blake leaned against the cool metal of the lamppost. Her piercing gaze followed the newcomer as he weaved through the heaving crowds, pinpointing his every move.
Despite his ordinary outward appearance, the stranger moved with a purpose that betrayed his true intentions. Each flick of hair and flash of teeth seemed forced, an awkward attempt to feign casualness. His stride was too strong, h...
I have always hated roses. They remind me of him: unoriginal, thoughtless and woefully conceited. Luring you in with their superficial beauty, stinging you when you get too close.
The wheelbarrow trundles along the dirt. The uneven weight forces me to constantly adjust my footing. Darkness closes in; even the sun cannot bear to be witness to my act.
Once I reach the hole, I pause for a moment,...
The grand piano was so beautiful, so elegant, so certain of its place to be here on this beach, the allure of the shore was long forgotten.
The ornate body stood mounted upon four thick legs, hourglass shaped, buried within a great mound of wrinkled sand. Wooden swirls embossed each side of the piano and the space above the keys. The entire object was exquisitely clean, as if immune to the minut...
The tinkling of bells marked Death’s arrival in our town.
He introduced himself as Mr. Moon. This seemed a fitting name for a man whose hair glowed silver in the soft light of dusk. He took residence upon the castle on the hill. It had lain abandoned for years, ominously glaring down at the town, causing fear in our childish hearts each time we raised our head towards the spire.
The first nigh...
I lie back on the sofa and stare at the scene in front of me. The tree stands awkwardly in the corner, stiff bristles spread out unevenly, revealing plastic green legs which slot into one another. I should have purchased a tree skirt. But I didn’t even know what that was until Rachel told me, the day she came to the house unannounced, stacks of beautifully wrapped boxes in her arms. I thought the ...
In the heart of George Square, the essence of Glasgow's rich history unfolded. Majestic statues adorned the grounds, standing tall as silent guardians of time. A dance of people traversed the open space, a rhythmic ebb and flow accentuated by the comings and goings of those arriving and departing Queen Street Station.
In the midst of this urban tapestry, the square's center became a hub of sensor...
Dr. Morgan Bennett, a tall figure with a purposeful stride, navigated the narrow corridors of the Antarctic Microbial Research Station (AMRS). The harsh fluorescent lights illuminated her face, showcasing the strength etched in her features — distinctly Nigerian with a touch of London's cosmopolitan charm. Long braids, meticulously tied in a ponytail, swayed rhythmically with each step. As the fac...
Each morning starts exactly the same way. First, we rise from starched sheets, the pads of our feet feeling cool against the metallic floor. Three steps takes us to the bathroom. The small door slides open, revealing a brightly lit enclosure.
We brush our teeth, staring at the wall. There are no mirrors. Most inhabitants have not seen their face since we boarded this ship.
Hot water sprinkles ...
Daphne Duvall stared impassively at the bright lights that beamed towards her. A bead of perspiration rolled down the side of her heavily powdered face.
She stood alone in the depths of the Blackwood forest. In a few moments, twenty million pairs of eyes would be fixed upon hers. The floating cameras broadcast to all the districts within the Kingdom, including the islands spattered across the Bu...
“Help yourself to tea or coffee hun, there’s milk in the fridge if you need it”
I smiled with appreciation, before heading towards the small fridge in the corner of the staff room. Everyone was so nice here. It made a change from the bitchiness I was used to from waitressing in the restaurant.
I seated myself next to a heavy set woman whose dark hair was scraped into a tight bun. I thought her ...
