The gnarled oak stood resolute, its branches splayed like mourning fingers. Underneath, the Grim Reaper stood silent, his tattered cloak devouring the dawn’s frail light. In an outstretched hand he held a scythe, its blade…
The Incoming Tide. Newcastle was cold that evening in late July. Andrew leant on a railing on the headland at Nobby’s lighthouse, cigarette dangling from his fingers. On one side the sea raged, pounding…
Adrian sat on the shore, forlorn and insignificant against the white, gleaming sand that cocooned his body. He clutched fistfuls of the warm sand, then let his arm hang in the air. Slowly, he unfurled…
The she-wolf was sitting with the younger pups, teaching them to read. The Director of the orphanage walked over to them, frowning as she bit her lip. “Is something wrong?” The girl asked. “I don’t…
The sharp sting of saltwater on her tongue roused the unconscious girl’s senses. She shivered against the cold, blinking against the fog of confusion, as she assessed her surroundings. The girl was sprawled on the…