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The Survivors By Paul McCann It was Christmas morning and as the underground bunker dwellers emerged for the first time to the surface , they were...

A Pledge Hey, eight billion on earth the population! Let us take a pledge in unison that each of us will plant saplings, two and nurture them to grow...

Two hours and twenty seconds. Tick-tock, the clock goes, waiting for the body to shake, to convulse, to rise.

He thought back to the hour at dusk when a bird’s call sounded outside him and deep within him in perfect synchronicity, so that it did not break off...

At Christmas, I like to take the opportunity to deviate, temporarily, from whatever saga Josiah and Archibald are currently involved in, and try a little seasonal nonsense. This is the first for 2024, there may well be others!

Am enjoying lighting the breakfast advent candle, at least this way I have some idea of what day it is. In theory. My mother was all taken with St...

When Alma stopped talking, it was as if the sea had ceased to roar. As if the dogs no longer barked. As if the rain no longer pattered on the worn...

"You still awake, Russell?" - "Russell?" "Shut up and go to sleep." "I want to see Father Christmas." "You saw Father Christmas in Selfridges." "I...

The street lay still and empty in the pale, windless sanctity of a winter Sunday afternoon. There was a church-like silence and secrecy about the...