Shift’s End

  A slab of light fell on MacMillan’s face through the window. It illuminated one eye, brown and bloodshot, a nose, broken in a childhood argument, and a jawline, half-weak, half-strong and with three day’s stubble on it. Officer Jordan watched him from the darkness of the patrol car’s passenger seat. An ambulance rattled the … Continue reading

Charlie

Charlie put the cat down reluctantly and watched longingly as it wandered up to the door and through the cat flap its thoughtful owners had installed. She turned away and blinked in the bright sun. It was still cool, the first signs of Spring only just appearing and she wished that Summer felt closer. The … Continue reading

Pilgrimage

They called him the Wolf Knight. His true name, if he’d ever had such a thing, had been forgotten, replaced by a thousand stories of his sword smoking with the blood of his enemies under a bright moon. His presence was said to make even the bravest knights of the realm weak with fear as … Continue reading

In The Valley

Dust devils danced across the horizon, clearly visible even from behind the protective walls of the base, too regular and too fast to be natural phenomenon, especially so close to nightfall. Kayli called out for Elina and then triggered the alarm to put the base on alert. The third attack on her watch. She was … Continue reading

The Red Tower

  The tower stood on a cliff, white stone crumbling into the sea below and the swirl of the wind flecking the tower’s sandstone walls with salt spray. The tower had stood for centuries. Once, it was a guard tower for those keeping watch for invasion from the waves or maybe a high point from … Continue reading

Little Marked One

  Her footsteps were nightmares and she was only eleven. Only eleven with dark hair and eyes somewhere between purple dawn and orange sunset. They shone in the moonlight, but only if you weren’t looking, and this girl was going to save the world. At least, she was supposed to, but for the moment he … Continue reading

Two things I learned this week and some Tornmile news

So apologies about the radio silence over the last little bit of time. It’s been a hectic sort of period with performing in plays (one at the Royal Shakespeare Company) and moving house (not at the Royal Shakespeare Company). Also, I hadn’t a whole lot to post about and wanted to take some time to … Continue reading

Tailor Made

  It was Locklear’s first time in the rain. He couldn’t say that he was enjoying it. The droplets of it beat at his fibres and soaked through to his lining in a way that made the wind chilling. His pockets were sodden, as though Mother Nature wanted them for a drinking cup. It was … Continue reading

The Hill at Dawn

Here’s the latest flash piece for my writers’ group. I set the prompt this time, which was ‘The Hill at Dawn’. I left it quite late to get started, so what I have is a little unpolished, but nevertheless, here it is. I hope you enjoy it.   Today I have the power of a … Continue reading

Ghost Story

The second of the two stories from the last writer’s meeting. This is the first of the two I wrote, feeling a little bit flippant about ghost stories, since horror isn’t something I haven’t really dabbled in. So I twisted the specification of a ghost story to a fantasy genre with a silly pun. Hope … Continue reading

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