Mix all the ingredients together. What have I done? Why have I just invited the entire team to celebrate Kanelbullens Dag with me tomorrow? Seriously, who’s going to care about cinnamon buns? Ten minu…
Gargo the warrior, of the Alonsi tribe, loved the fair-haired girl Misilla, who was deemed a budding weird woman. She would one day be the great enchantress of her people, and the mate of Gargo as he …
There is a young tree who lives near the edge of a forest. He is small — a side effect of his age — and he has very few branches. But his leaves are a gorgeous shade of bright green, and his soul is f…
Their uneven line inches forward, seventeen concerned volunteers trespassing lawfully in dew-stained sneakers. The morning is bright, unseasonably warm, but she can still see her breath. Maggie walks …
TODAY I DROPPED A PUNNET OF BLUEBERRIES • by Elaine Mead
It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out job. I only needed some fruit. Nothing fancy. Some bananas, some apples. Maybe grapes if they were on offer. A simple trip. Until I saw the blueberries. The ri…
A LETTER OF RECOMMENDATION FOR THE NEXT SOVEREIGN OF ALL SHADE, PRODIGAL FONT OF NIGHTMARES, AND PRIME SCEPTER OF THE STYGIAN ABYSS • by Gordon Shoemaker – Every Day Fiction