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 Shift’s End
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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 In The Valley
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 which … Continue reading The Red Tower
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 was … Continue reading Little Marked One
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 Tailor Made
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