Cherrypicked stories

It was Tuesday, not that it mattered with working turnaround shifts, but Tuesdays were difficult to feel thrilled about. They should come with a free...

Sometimes a crop the farmer sows, then clears a line where the footpath goes across his field. Sometimes he leaves the crop to grow and thinks the walkers all will go across and trample down that bit, and so others the footpath’s track will know …

The boy was growing tired. Von Stehle could see it in the way his head lagged to one side and the way he no longer caressed the material like he was...

strangely unaffecting to see lives lost in this way is that a shocking thing to say? guy falls from building filming himself doing handstands on the...

Mr. Nothingsworth, proprietor of the “Whatnot” shop of castaway things and oddities, was a self proclaimed curmudgeon. The old coot loved to annoy...

The idea of going up North to stay at Karen’s temped me. I figured at least I’d get to sleep with her when she got home. Then I remembered the last...

Based on a series of events witnessed over a number of years in my local convenience shop when I lived in the sleepy English town of Chippenham.

Aefelthrith is posed a question and Gwladys has to give an answer.

that solitude that excites the mind, where time is of no importance; wealth of meandering purple view pleases senses, such miracles are like a lovers...