THE GARGOYLE'S DISPLEASURE

 Mort was a thoroughly modern man. All the tech, everything. Mort had it all. Gadgets, gizmos, all mod cons. Like millions more, he was obse...

 The castle's day was for the sad Pierrots. The night was for the merry Harlequins. Thousands came, a cavalcade, a caravan, a circus of ...

I'd stared at the pigsty for months now, through the uppermost window of my town house. In indolent mood, I seemed summoned to look.  It...

Magera was the tiniest of things, a mere dot, a bubble of blood with wings and a head of snakes. She was nestled in torn-up newspaper like a...

H e was a dishevelled old man with a terrible gait as he walked up the path to the cottage that afternoon. It was the first of January, the ...

I'm the last of the ball bots in the steel mill. The remnant. The saddo. The rest were scrapped by our human owners. When the steel ran ...

I'd known for months my food would run out, even in my restaurant, where I was holed up alone, as the world went completely mad. I'd...

Norman was washing his three-wheeler that Saturday. He always washed it on Saturdays. It was his pride and joy that Robin Reliant, all fins ...

The knock on the caravan was sudden and hard. The man inside reluctantly put down his novel and opened the door. He stared into darkness. Th...