A cat sat on a mat The cat was having a chat With a bat and a rat The cat was chatting about the bat And the bat was chatting about the rat And the rat was chatting about the cat and the bat...

“All I’m saying is, if this was a heist movie it would flop,” Derek says, morosely.

Vampires always look morose, even on a good day. But right now, Derek is looking especially pale; his black eyes are sunken and weary, his body slumps into the armchair. On his right sits a small stocky creature whose feet barely peek over the edge of the seat. A long grey beard trails from his chin all the way d...

You’d think a town filled with vampires, shifters and ghouls would be a little more eventful than this…” I sigh, slumping my head forward. The rickety desk wobbles precariously, forcing me to remove my weight.

“Well what did you expect, opening a detective agency here? Mallyne is in the middle of nowhere,” a deep voice replies. I turn to face the only window in the room. Perched atop of the sill ...

Eva Blake leaned against the cool metal of the lamppost. Her piercing gaze followed the newcomer as he weaved through the heaving crowds, pinpointing his every move. Despite his ordinary outward appearance, the stranger moved with a purpose that betrayed his true intentions. Each flick of hair and flash of teeth seemed forced, an awkward attempt to feign casualness. His stride was too strong, h...

I have always hated roses. They remind me of him: unoriginal, thoughtless and woefully conceited. Luring you in with their superficial beauty, stinging you when you get too close.

The wheelbarrow trundles along the dirt. The uneven weight forces me to constantly adjust my footing. Darkness closes in; even the sun cannot bear to be witness to my act.

Once I reach the hole, I pause for a moment,...

The grand piano was so beautiful, so elegant, so certain of its place to be here on this beach, the allure of the shore was long forgotten.

The ornate body stood mounted upon four thick legs, hourglass shaped, buried within a great mound of wrinkled sand. Wooden swirls embossed each side of the piano and the space above the keys. The entire object was exquisitely clean, as if immune to the minut...

The tinkling of bells marked Death’s arrival in our town.

He introduced himself as Mr. Moon. This seemed a fitting name for a man whose hair glowed silver in the soft light of dusk. He took residence upon the castle on the hill. It had lain abandoned for years, ominously glaring down at the town, causing fear in our childish hearts each time we raised our head towards the spire.

The first nigh...

I lie back on the sofa and stare at the scene in front of me. The tree stands awkwardly in the corner, stiff bristles spread out unevenly, revealing plastic green legs which slot into one another. I should have purchased a tree skirt. But I didn’t even know what that was until Rachel told me, the day she came to the house unannounced, stacks of beautifully wrapped boxes in her arms. I thought the ...

In the heart of George Square, the essence of Glasgow's rich history unfolded. Majestic statues adorned the grounds, standing tall as silent guardians of time. A dance of people traversed the open space, a rhythmic ebb and flow accentuated by the comings and goings of those arriving and departing Queen Street Station.

In the midst of this urban tapestry, the square's center became a hub of sensor...

Dr. Morgan Bennett, a tall figure with a purposeful stride, navigated the narrow corridors of the Antarctic Microbial Research Station (AMRS). The harsh fluorescent lights illuminated her face, showcasing the strength etched in her features — distinctly Nigerian with a touch of London's cosmopolitan charm. Long braids, meticulously tied in a ponytail, swayed rhythmically with each step. As the fac...