Category Archives: Stories
The Wait
By: Hugin The castle stood on the edge of the cliff. For centuries it had stood there, and it was as strong and majestic in ruins as it had been in its glory days. Instead of the hustle and … Continue reading →
Eglantine
By: everylittlething Sarah crossed and uncrossed her legs as she listened to the music. She was aware of a connection. She recognised notes in sequences she had never knowingly heard before. She was able to predict the theme as … Continue reading →
Edwin Through A Child’s Eyes
By: Lydia Crow Originally written for: 2011 Trees for Life Charity Exhibition. I can’t remember what he looked like, now. I’ve forgotten the detail of his features. In my mind, his face is as worn and rough as … Continue reading →
Dawning
By: everylittlething The wind pushed through the gaps in the old house making eerie sounds and demonstrating real power. Cobwebs fluttered in the face of it and dust settled in its wake. There was no one there. Spiders hugged … Continue reading →
Waking
By: everylittlething The young mother cradled her little one close to her breast and thought that human love could never be deeper than this. For many months she had been aware that her behaviour, her lifestyle, would affect the … Continue reading →
New 6-blade razor unexpectedly brings about overnight demise of global capitalism
By: Patrick In a move that slipped under the radar of even the most shrewd economic analysts, yesterday’s launch of the new 6-blade ‘Synthesix’ razor by UK-based company Wilkinson Sword inadvertently led to the overnight collapse of global capitalism, … Continue reading →
Bread
By: everylittlething The old woman cycled in zigzags along the ribbon of road that gave an edge to the wood. She was dressed completely in black. It was a hot summer’s day but even her stockings were black. The … Continue reading →
Rainbow
By: everylittlething Richard of York gained battles in vain. No he didn’t. You’ve got to look at the bigger picture. . . you see, if he hadn’t . . . well, whatever – that’s the way I remember the … Continue reading →
Confession?
By Dr E.W. Gordon Have you ever walked through the roughest, most run down part of your town? Have you purposely sought out the darkest alleyways and the grubbiest back streets to see what you can find? I have … Continue reading →
Evergreen
By: everylittlething When Robert was a little child he woke up each Christmas morning to find a stocking for him. It wasn’t at the end of his bed. His bedroom was cold as frost in December – whatever the … Continue reading →