Saddleworth Moor exists as a barren expanse of moorland forever condemned to its murderous history. Today, it is enveloped in a mist. The...

By Harry Stocker A muted, bluish haze had begun to spill into my bedroom, so I knew it was about time I was up. Outside, iridescent...

A parallel universe. The phrase tastes like a bitter citrus fruit in my mouth. The only clear thought I can fathom. It seems disconnected...

I am having a nightmare about a dog. At least I think he is a dog, though I am not quite sure. He is a big dog. Maybe too big to be a...

They had created the precise physical prototype of what was to be the Absolute Most Perfectly Beautiful Man (in) of the World. They were...

By Harry Stocker The Great Western train was in poor shape. They all seemed to be. It wheezed and groaned, and finally rumbled away under...

Of course there’s a first time for everything: first words, first kisses, the first bike ride without stabilisers, the first nativity...

Ethereal. It had been and still was, all these years later. Its beauty had both excited and startled Alvin from the moment he laid eyes...

Shall we go back to the glasshouse? Shall we? Why not? Its been ages. Its been years. Surely not years, surely its only been months. I...

He could still hear her high pitched laugh, humming throughout the room. He could still feel her warming embrace as she wrapped her arms...

By Bam Mitchell-Wilde We were in her bed, one of my legs tangled in the sheets, the other sticking out in the fresh air. The rain outside...