As she took in the landscape of tailored garden beds, manicured monolithic trees, the hum of water sprinkling into a pond flush with goldfish as large as a loaf of bread, she could only assume this is what people called…

The hum of TV static sat in the air while the muffled voices of a daytime courtroom washed through the morning of a drowsy house. As the light began to meet itself through windows and greet the furniture dizzy feet…

He came with a weary cologne that matched the cobwebs on his people skills. A Dracula smile and ego to rival Everest had him convinced he had stuck the sale. According to him, self-reflection was checking your fit in the…

I heart it beat its body against invisible glass and the optical illusion we call wall paint. I catch it resting near the fruit, the kitchen tap. It's on my ear drums, constantly reminding me its here. I push a…

The water had sat on the stove for three days watching the sun groan into morning then tip wearily into night. As small clusters of minuscule bacteria snacked away at the dregs of the meal cooked Tuesday evening the water…

What is hell really? Spitfire and blistered skin? Unearthly demons, leathery skin stretched taught and colourless across their bones. Spider-like fingers with scythes for claws perfect for shearing the supple skin from your body. Tongues that bleed into your nightmares…

Glass scattered across the floor as the light gave way from the fitting. Darkness engulfed the room, a dangerous upgrade from the landmine lego that usually threatens these halls. “Don't move!” I screeched, imploring the dogs to understand these words…

She padded over to the window. To where a stream of light had stretched a long line across the carpet. Bending into a slow stretch you could see her porcelain claws peek from her paws and grab at the coiled…

Poor wilted tulips had slunk down and cried at their inevitable fate. The water marks rippled down the glass, age lines that only mulitplied as their food supply slowly spoiled. They gasped what they could from the dank dregs as…

Port. Again!

The dark timber shelves lay sleeping beneath dust-bound books and artefacts of a world long since forgotten. The room was wrapped in a thick smell of oak and memories. Gilded frames hung upright, awaiting the return of the…

I felt my breath low in a calming deep as it submitted to the afternoon. The sun was making its final passing and I watched as it danced in small translucent rainbows that coiled in each bubble sweeping and winding…

I could hear his waxy leg dragging, pulled behind in a haunting shuffle. The closet felt claustrophobic, crowded with my heartbeat that pounded against my ear drums while my mind created grotesque features and hallucinations. The paralysis was screaming, throttling…