(Day 31) My Favorite Short Story
There once was boy who ate fire. He died. Harold sat back and grinned. The teacher said to make it short, and he did.
Fantasyland XIX
As a rule there are two things in life that you want to avoid, the first is to stay clear of the M4 on a public holiday weekend and the other is don’t go…
Fantasyland XVIII
“I didn’t want to harp on about your werewolfness, that’s all,” Harold spluttered in his defence, “what kind of person do you think I am to jump on in and…
Fantasyland XVII
It’s not every day you come across a former partner who now takes the form of a werewolf. The usual conversation topics normally associated with running into…
Fantasyland XVI
Harold’s werewolf problem had not eased, in fact it was worst. The pair were creeping about each other in a weird dance made more so by the fact that neither…
Fantasyland VII
The werewolf’s gaze flicked from Harold to the small child and back to Harold. The child had edged back so far he was pinned against the wall. “So what you…
Into the Deep End
For a second, I didn’t understand. “Harold.. There’s nothing there. It’s just a wall..” I muttered. He must be insane, I thought, slowly moving away from…
That Deep End (Part 2)
I followed him down the creaking steps. The stairs seemed to go on forever. It was if i was walking down the Eifel Tower in one set of stairs. When i realized…
That Deep End (Part 1)
Harold turned abruptly and set out in a strong walk in the opposite direction. Every few seconds he gave an odd twitch that looked as if something was stuck in…