There was a legend about the well in the garden. Mrs Storey, aptly named as she always had one, told me in the Post Office queue. ‘You...

She had to find the necklace, before Leon. The race was on. The reward for this scavenger hunt was £5000, small fry to some folks but...

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered. It caught my attention, not being what you would expect to see on an average Saturday...

She sat in the chair, staring into space. I tried the usual methods. I couldn’t reach her with my voice or waving my hands in front of...

The attack was over in seconds. The wounds would take years to heal. I shouldn’t have fought back but regardless the physical wounds are,...

He had an hour to get home. If he didn't make it, he’d never see her again. Not that he wanted to and after he had finished with her, she...

The farmers burned all the kindling they could find trapping the wolves on three sides. The remaining side was too close to the houses....

The stories I write are all set in a fictional area that I based on an amalgamation of places I know. As these are works of fiction I...