It is the elegantly furnished and tastefully demure drawing room of a suburban couple, the small dining table for two in the corner, the drinks trolley beside it,
“She wasn’t some apron-wearing hourglass who waited for her husband to get home; she was a witch.”
A line worthy of the great Shirley Jackson, the celebrated and influential
A tiny cog in the huge grinding machine of state, subject 6079 Smith W has little power to change anything other than that which he is specifically directed
Sometimes the numbers just don’t add up; the planned performance of Getting Triggy With It of Monday 4th August having been unavoidably cancelled for precautionary reasons of safety
With breaking news of alien vessels spotted around the Earth over four major population centres, Space Weather Girl not only looks the part in her iridescent shoulder pads,
Modern life is unavoidably stressful and demanding and counterintuitive and unforgiving; in addition to the ubiquitous mental background noise of the everyday, Edinburgh in August is also overcrowded,
In the silence of the forest, three friends are meeting in troubled times, Crow, clever but somewhat cynical, flighty Fox, always hungry and often unreliable, and Bear, awoken