โ€˜You need a holiday, Arthurโ€™ spoke my good friend and business partner George Tabbert. We were sat in the clubhouse of Ridswell Golf Course having just completed our regular Thursday game and I was about to get the speech I had felt coming all afternoon. โ€˜Itโ€™s...

I spend most of my Thursday nights driving. I drop the girl off at home and then I go, I just go anywhere. I need those few small moments where I can feel completely free from everybody. Thereโ€™s a road that stretches around an old garden...

The cat walked slowly across the concrete, pausing to lick its paw in the middle. It sat there in the moonlight, just watching the skies and heavy rain. The clouds swirled, and the night was young. Perhaps it could find a confused mouse, or a...

Sometimes decisions in life arenโ€™t easy to make, and rather than being driven by morals or logic, theyโ€™re driven by emotion and sheer necessity to survive. From time to time, everyone is forced to make a decision like this, and I am no different. That...

This is the sixth and final part of the By the Fire's Light series. Names we give have power As we discovered too late For we have named the nameless one And thus have sealed our fate. Our time has come full circle, And now we have the end Of lives or...

This is part five in the By the Fire's Light series. Mira Grolinsky sat at her desk in the hotel room sorting through stacks of paper. A biographer by trade, she was used to gathering large amounts of information and then synthesizing it into one coherent...

This is the fourth entry in the By the Fire's Light series. โ€œSo,โ€ Jared said, a sneer on his face. โ€œI suppose youโ€™ve come to find out why I did it.โ€ Connor looked into Jaredโ€™s face, at the sneer, the hate. He looked into Jaredโ€™s eyes, and...

I sat quietly, sipping my glass of wine and wishing desperately that the evening would come to an end. Two of my friends, Brad and Laurie, had been invited to a get together with another friend of ours. He lived across the river in...

I look in the mirror and wonder, when did this happen to me. I had stared at what I had become for over an hour now. These dramatic changes to my body and mental state, all of it began a year ago when my sister...

Author's Note: This story is a part of the By the Fire's Light series. Part One: By The Fire's Light Part Two: The Wanderer of Blazes Detective Carl Rourke pushed his chair back from his desk and rubbed his eyes. ย The book he had been reading fell on...

Dr. Ellen Kennedy was just locking up her office for the evening when her phone began to ring. She paused at the door. It had been a long and grueling day and a ringing phone this late did not bode well. She sighed. While it...

โ€œI gotta tell you, Connor, this is one amazing story,โ€ Kurt said, plopping down on the couch next to him. โ€œYou've got me believing in the boogie man again. I actually checked under my bed last night.โ€ Connor laughed, taking the manuscript back. โ€œWell it did...

The sound of footsteps was audible in the merchant's square. People walked around buying food, supplies, and the occasional odd item. I was setting up my wares for the day-medicines for the sick and potions to cure pain. I loved helping the people of Florence....

I tense up at the sudden noise from my headphones that breaks the silence in my dorm room. It takes a while, but I adjust to the noise, letting the video play out with mild interest. My stomach growls harshly, I should get something to...

I jammed my hands into the pockets of my pullover sweater, and hunched my shoulders slightly against the morning chill. The spongy forest floor cushioned and muffled each footfall into near perfect silence. That explains why I didn't know I was being watched. Followed. Never...

Thereโ€™s a strange face in the woods outside my window. Mum and Dad wonโ€™t listen though. It stares and staresโ€ฆ Little brother hates hearing it about it. He thinks it is meant to scare him, the story about the man with no face. The face watches...

The first thing you need to remember is to never turn around. ย If you turn around, youโ€™re dead. It had been a long day at the office taking calls from China, sorting through endless stacks of paper, dozing off with my elbows on my clear glass...

You tried to keep as quiet as possible, which was hard. All that running around made you tired, you breathed heavily. You didn't whether know to keep your flash light on or off. None of the notes so far provided that information. You checked through them...