Author: Michael Flett

It’s been a year since Harold died and Eleanor is only now beginning to be ready to go through the boxes of his belongings, deciding what to keep

The sun rising over the city of London, everything is alive, everything in motion, people moving with purpose and direction, places to be, things to do, always trying

Oh, Lily, oh Lily you don’t feel safe, you feel like life has blown a great big hole in you; having broken up with her boyfriend, a reinvention

She awakens, her rattling carriage less than regal, confused and gasping in pain, the wound on her arm bandaged but no clue as to how she came to

He was an unassuming legend with his own niche daytime television show where he taught not only how to create art but how easy it is to create

He is a man who has delved into the past and now cannot escape it, a scholar who has studied the works of Edgar Allan Poe, dissecting his

It’s an incredible journey into the unknown, albeit one familiar though only evolved into its final form of soft fruit in this, the anthropocene era, Pierre Boulle’s 1963

After much consternation, those assigned to Safehouse 656 have shuffled inside and taken their seats, confused and concerned, the door closed but only moments after reopened to allow

In the beginning there was a glow, accompanied by a single tone, piercing the dark, increasing in volume and pulsing until the energy exploded into a frenzy of

Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and cult podcaster Professor Dumbleshaft has not posted any new content for two weeks, his last exploration the forests rumoured to be home to