The morning sun had barely begun to burn the dew from the lavender when the visitor arrived. He was a fuzzy, golden-belted bumblebee. From my vantage point at my table in the garden, I watched him navigate the stalks, his wings vibrating...

The coffee shop on the corner of Fleet Street was Julie and Morven's sanctuary from the relentless grind of criminal law. Mid-morning lattes were non-negotiable, even on the busiest days. "Did you see that?" Morven asked, setting down...

Beneath the gnarled roots of the ancient hawthorn, where moonlight dares not tread, the cauldron rests. Its iron sides etched with runes long forgotten, pulsing faintly with a rhythm like a slow, sleeping heart. No flame licks beneath...

Simon had always considered himself a creature of habit, finding comfort in the predictable rhythm of his days. But today, that rhythm had been disrupted by an unsettling undercurrent; a feeling that something was amiss. From the moment...

My Dearest Elsie, I scarce have the strength to hold this pen, my fingers are near numb from scrubbing silver and folding napkins into what Master calls "swans" and I call "lumpy potatoes." Another party tonight; can you believe it? The...

She sat at the table in their spacious kitchen, anticipating his arrival home. He was never late; she expected him to come bounding through the door at any moment, full of his infectious enthusiasm. The last few years had presented some...

The woman opposite me on the train would not stop talking at me! Not to me, at me. She wasn't opposite, as in directly in front of me at a shared table, but to my left, across the central aisle of the carriage. I'd made the first mistake...

March 21st is World Poetry Day. I am not a poet, nor do I read much of it. I have a friend who is an amazing writer but sometimes it's too deep for me. I am a simple person! I've written three in my life, so here's one which helped me...

He opened his eyes to be greeted by shards of sunlight effortlessly radiating into the room. The golden rays faced no challenge breaking through the curtains. The room was still; not a sound. Glancing around, he was not sure what time it...