His employability was shattered by AI.

His heart trampled by a bitch.

You could list every broken thing about Jim,

and trace the cause back to some witch.

His confidence was marred by childhood sneers,

His arrogance a self-defence

To the outraging closed minds of that era of peers

that drove him to such immense

depths of despair. What a life! What tragedy,

How the smothering and mothe...

The village watched as the small, hooded figure of the girl made her unsteady way over the flower path. Her figure looked more frail, more fragile, than when she had left, a thin face shaded under the crimson light of the flowers around her. Behind her, fairy dust swirled and writhed, like smoke constantly stirred, never falling, as though alive.

“Cynthia!” cried her mother, unable to restrain he...

Mia’s back was aching as she straightened. The mahogany desk had been unwieldy and heavy, thick set drawers sliding in unruly ways as she half pulled, half dragged it through the hallway. It now sat, scratched and fading, by her garden gate. Its legs were scuffed stark white, like scratch marks revealing bone, where she had had to drag it across the pavement. Its top was blotched with rings where ...