"What if you were – Margaret Prothero?"
The darkness slowly claws its way through the chilling streets and drags the inevitable dawn behind it. Houses are still and silent. Starlight peppers the streets and lanes but leaves the darkest corners untouched. Oppressive clouds breathe heavily onto the village.Everyone...
"Beci had heard tales. She hoped they were true."
The ninth century was a time of uncertainty for many people that had settled on the East coast of Britannia. There seemed to be nowhere to hide from the recent raids that saw villages destroyed, men killed, women raped, and...
Wait for me there,Up the garden path, Take a step, and then another,Open your arms and then -Surrender.Let the vines entwine your wrists, Let the cold air caress your lips, Allow the rose thorns to tickle your thighs, And the shrubs and tall grasses...
"Melissa’s anticipation grew and grew – until she was at breaking point."
Melissa paced the floorboards of her flat; it was a waiting game after all. She had prepared everything and was ready to go. Her phone pinged and she read the message, prepared a few more things and put on her...
"Suddenly I was homeless and my future uncertain."
My name is Charles Dickredy and I have lived in the Norfolk Broads, in the year of our lord of eighteen thirty eight, for all of my seventeen years. I know not why I relate this story of love and...
"Jenny takes in a shy and inexperienced young man."
Brian stood outside Jenny’s front door for what seemed like ages. He didn’t know what to expect, but hoped that she would be clairvoyant. Would she just know he was there? His eyes bounced around the four corners of the...
"If you could go back in time, would you do what I did?"
My name is Sarah Pendleton, senior science advisor and consultant for TrueTime. I'm special, but everyone over the age of forty thinks they're special, right!I've worked with time for so long now that I'm starting to believe that it's an...
"I guess we feel what we want to feel"
Breath brushing, nape of neckA shivering warmth, kept in check.Hairs on end, goose bumps burstMouth left watering, lack of thirst.Heart fluttering, secret whispersAlong my spine, like prosaic rivers.Fingers arranging, delicate hairsAround ears and face, flushes flare.Shaking of shoulders, intimate touchYour...