"It is NOT your traditional campfire story"
It was already dusk. Deep darkness enveloped everything around. The blissful silence was broken only by the sounds of the nocturnal animals, which only now were waking up to life. There was a specific smell of trees in the air....
Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the bush, a roaring fire in front, a glass of wine in one hand, my back leaning against your chest. There’s a second blanket around us, but the night air is so...
"Xander finds that some stories passed through the ages are not what they seem."
The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax."Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns."...
"Justin discovers finding the right person can sometimes be a matter of luck."
A trickle of sweat ran between Justin’s shoulder blades, his breaths wrenching from him as he barrelled through the bushland. His muscles strained beneath his grey jersey, his fingers tightening around the bars as he navigated the gravel track through...
"Dedicated to Eleanor"
Down in the Virgin Islands there is a beach, it is a small, somewhat remote beach and is accessible by four-wheel drive, and then only when the path isn’t washed out from a recent rain. It is near the famous...
