Thicker Than Blood

The drink the tavern keeper was preparing was colourful, layered, and fizzed. Not a normal beverage for a place like this.

Direct To The End Of The Line

Why don’t I remember getting on this train? I, I don’t think I normally take the train home… and why haven’t we reached a station?

Youthful Adventuring Gone Awry

Lance was distantly aware that this probably WASN'T the worst day of his life - or at least, that it could’ve gone much worse than it had. Was that a sign of growing up? He felt that being grown-up would involve less sulking.

Looking Back For Going Ahead

The memory slowly faded, Cathie’s smile likewise fading as she was pulled back to reality. Though, ‘reality’ was the wrong word for this strange, seemingly undefined space.

A Dream Of A Memory Of A Door

Howard was sure he’d had a dream. After all, if you remembered something that definitely never happened, having dreamt it was the only logical explanation...