‘So when do you belive the hallucinations began Jack? Actually, when do you think that they stopped?’ the doctor asked, a pencil line of frowning lips adding yet another crease to his already crumpled face. Interlocking his fingers and leaning forward, the elderly doctor tutted under his breath and gave a long considerative blink while … Continue reading A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee
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Morning’s melody
‘Controller to station 32, come in 32’ Control repeated the radio call another time in hopes that 32 would pick up. He never did. Sitting on the roof, and distantly staring at the lazy cloud mass drifting overhead, the operator of station 32 had heard the call but wasn’t planning on responding anytime soon.It was … Continue reading Morning’s melody
To Filt in the Waining Sun
The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun
Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern
Woodbrush tavern, a welcome respite tucked away somewhere along the scattered trails of the greater Firwood. The tavern, in some legends, is said to be a mythical bed and breakfast that will appear to many lost travellers in their greatest moments of need, these same legend tellers have also been accused of being unnecessarily melodramatic and … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern
Balendup 1642-AM
The following transcript is a brief excerpt of Balendup 1642-AM’s weekend morning show.As it is a recent legislative requirement for all radio broadcasts in Balendup to be logged by stenographer, the transcript is presented here, unedited and without omission.You have been warned. [Song ends] Well Good day to you Balendup. Sure is bright out there this … Continue reading Balendup 1642-AM
Sunday Short Stories 