THE GARGOYLE'S DISPLEASURE

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...

As a youngster I read a book so terrifying I had to leave the last chapter unread. Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum. It was a tale about fables,...

Cecil waited till his upstairs neighbours had gone out to Midnight Mass. A petty thief, he knew that Christmas Eve would be a real score in ...

He stepped out of the ground; a tall male caked in lava. As the lava cooled it fell away revealing a grey man with diamond eyes. He stared a...

"Sign here Sir" "What for?" "Just sign here Sir" "First of all tell me what for!" "Sir, please ...

Like every other day the young man sat upstairs in the double decker number 485 to get to and from his work in the City. His wintry mood fit...

Frank Sinn was a collector. He collected the worst of humanity, it's grisliest side, the detritus of depravity and the spoils of degrada...

Like every year since, we spend the summer in the tree. We read books perched on the huge branch jutting out from the ancient oak at the rim...

Cecil had tried everything. Tripe, sweetbreads, kidneys, heart, even wazzles. Money was no object. He was chewing on a dried pig's ear m...