Not What She Meant Mollie was curled up on her windowsill, reading far past her bedtime by streetlamp. But then the event happened…
The Price Of Hope Mack defined a good day’s busking as having earned enough for a hot meal AND the ten-quid buy-in at the local casino. He had a good feeling about this one.
Mutant Mould Or Whatever It’d been a long day already. I was not ready to walk into my apartment and see THIS clinging to the ceiling.
The Silence Collector Is there any sound sweeter than silence? I think not. That’s why I collect them. And yet, even after centuries, my collection is missing something…
A Gate To Nowhere Normally ghoul squads get sent in once caution won’t save you. So why are they telling us to be careful? What did they FIND under that ice?
Our Mother Welcomes You Honestly? This was only like the fourth creepiest cult Natasha had been in. Er, investigated.
The Hunger Of The Cathwary Rhombus The inscription could be translated as either ‘fortress’ or ‘prison’. Scholars likewise weren’t sure what the deity it housed had been a god of…
The Last Train Home My life began to end when I fell asleep on the train home. A mistake I’d made plenty of times before, like who knows how many of my fellow commuters. But this time…
A Special Guest At Chalky House I always knew old widow Chalker’s family had been rich, but I couldn’t believe the treasures in that house of hers. Well, if she’s too daft to sell them, I reckon she’s too daft to miss a few…
Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…