Popularity is temporary. That’s what people had told Greta in her teens. That she wouldn’t have the looks, the smile, the friends she had in school forever. Of course, Greta never believed them. Why would she? Her friends liked her for more than her looks and a convenient lunch buddy. They loved her. No one … More Temporary
It was a good sort of way to make a living. Saving damsels, slaying dragons. Once you got the knack of it, it was almost like a performance. Sometimes there needn’t even be any dragons. On the memorable occasion that the townsfolk of Little-Piddlington convinced themselves a dragon was living in their well, three and … More Previous Job Title: Dragon Slayer
The boy they found in the attic was skinny, with limbs as thin and limp as spaghetti. His eyes were big and round in the darkness and it was clear that any attempt to approach him would frighten him further. Instead they scrutinised him from the trapdoor, scanning his face and form for clues. He … More The Attic Boy
Aggie never really considered that ‘eye of newt and tongue of bat’ was impractical and probably more Shakespeare than Satanism. It wasn’t really something a normal person thought of. At least, not usually. Mixing weird ingredients together to serve to her cheating husband seemed more a petty act of revenge than a potion to ensnare … More Eye of Newt and Mouldy Strawberries
I don’t think I could live alone again. I first moved out on my 18th. The deposit on my flat was my birthday present, and I was so excited. No more sharing bathrooms or space. No more noise. Just me. My little corner shop job just paid the rent and bills, with enough left for … More The Flat
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