The Isle: A Microfiction

October 4th, 1922 It’s the forth night in as many nights that I’ve woken up to the taste of my own sweat. Once again it’s that same dream that haunts me; once again I see the same haunting visage. The Isle in the centre of an eerily calm sea; it’s black spires like a thorny …

Real Life Halloween Scares

Three weeks into my relationship with Kirsty, I first witnessed her having a bad seizure. I knew she was epileptic before we started dating, but to see it occur in front of me three weeks in was really something else. I sat on a cold, plastic chair outside of Resus for 3 painstaking hours, silently hoping …

The Pumpkin King: A 3LT

Mounted on his pitch black steed, with rapier swinging above his glowing, carved head, the Pumpkin King rode across his lands. First was the moonlit marshes, their ground bloated by the dead, and then came the fanged forest, where ghouls infested ancient trees; all this and more was his kingdom and all here bent and …