Continued from Part 1       It opened straight into the living room where, twenty feet away at the end of the room, the olde-worlde wood burner blazed in a perfect New Forest inglenook. Have you ever entered a room where the fire was burning in the grate yet it still feels cold? […]

  The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]

                                             He bends all four knees again, leans forwards and lifts. The effort is phenomenal. Mentally he instructs the motors of his gossamers to lift him. Their pitch rises until they are screeching, but the weight is too great and he remains floor bound. Eventually he gives up, reconciles himself to […]

          The child stirs but does not wake. Mercifully she rolls over, turning her face away from him. With the removal of the pressure of her head the enamel ore comes away easily and he glides quietly backwards with it in his arms and down to the carpet. He rises again, […]

            He waits a moment to reassure himself that the household is still sleeping, then turns his attention back to his ascent. Just before the top of the stairs he dons his oxygen mask (probably unnecessary at this altitude, but standard procedure for all structures above ground level, and anyway, […]

He checks his FP again. He can’t remember the last time he’s made a mistake, but he checks anyway. ‘There are old pilots and there are bold pilots,’ as the old mess hall cliché goes, ‘but there are no old, bold pilots.’ Almost noiselessly he glides forward over the tiled floor, ingrained with dirt transferred […]

There’s a full moon tonight, and a sky full of stars, but they’re hidden behind a dense bank of cloud. He’s waited close to the drop point, concealed behind a tree since before 23.00 hours with nothing to read but the Flight Plan – or FP as everyone calls it. Transport was running ahead of […]

                  When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

                This is the obituary Of Genghis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity.        Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity […]