THE GARGOYLE'S DISPLEASURE

Woe betied the soul who strays too close to the reedmace in Strikken. No mercy will be shown in the stalks and thickett once the taste for f...

Mortin Brass leafed through last year's Christmas Radio Days, slowly licking his thumb with each turn of the page, trying to imagine wha...

It was a damnable day that Wednesday when we fell out. She said I'd ruined the moment and often did. "You spoil everything!" s...

 Our dreadful harm was our enemy's regret, our tender skulls split like oysters. We lay there on Japan's shore, my sister and I, ass...

Jerome came down from the high moors knackered and as muddy as a sheepdog. "Cuppa Tea wouldn't go amiss Glenda!" The cafe was ...

Bastion was so cheesed off with his customers it wasn't true. Moan, moan, soddin' moan. He wouldn't mind, all they bought off hi...

With the Summer break looming, Cynthia bent down and blew out the candles. She silently made her wish. "I just want my fuckin' sist...

Cuthbert first noticed something was different when he returned home one December night from the practice. It had been a particularly challe...

It was late December and the office party was in full swing. It had been a full-on mad year at the research institute. In a world sick of bu...