Mabel waited in the corridor crumpled on the floor, as crumpled as the taffeta of her wedding dress. She pressed her back against the wall for certainty, wanting to merge with the wood. Rivulets streamed down her cheeks onto her netted veil. She stared ahead at the wallpaper’s print, fixated…

The rope pulled at Calypso’s waist. She staggered then stumbled as she clawed her way up the hill with Phoebe tied below. They had been searching for Alawisha, their younger sister, since her disappearance the day before. Hunger, thirst, and fatigue were ignored as panic pushed them to the edge…

The first time she ran into her old-self she was home for the weekend.  The day had started with a burning smell. Standing outside the station, Abby was finishing a cigarette when she smelt her mistake. Her training kicked in. She dropped the stub, shaking her fingers before sucking the…

All hail the true one, as the true one hails us. May the society be pleased to receive the enclosed selection of notes from one Dr Smiley, ‘ae Greate Lovere Of Winnes’, as presented from her diaries. As we all know, diary-keeping was, in the early years of the Ascendance.…

The fence had been there ever since Billy could remember. Ugly, gnarled brown wood tightly banded together with vicious curls of barb wire like a crown of thorns on top. The fence stood as tall as a full-grown man and ran the length of the boundary between his family’s property…

From the trunk of his rented Citroën the coward John Ford drew his Panaflex camera, his beret, and his clapperboard.  He would need all of that apparatus here, in the Uffizi, on the trail of Jesse James.   Outside, Ford appreciated the Romanesque grandeur of the place, but it was not the…

A shudder rakes me; it rises up from my soul, shaking this borrowed body like a fever dream. I press ahead, despite my fear. The Collector is coming for me. The throng roils on the platform below, hellbent on the open train doors. A giant digital clock in the center…

It began with a fire.  ‘Paranormal activity’, he said. ‘That’s what started it – ghosts, demons’.The phone line crackled and I held my breath.   I heard him tut, and sigh, then say,‘Or maybe you think he died of Spontaneous Human Combustion?’. There was a pause. ‘I’m not trying to scare you’, he…