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“This, this is the only thing that dulls the pain,” slurred Cheryl, holding up her glass against the dim, smoky light. The caramel liquid s...

Back in Feb 2012, I started my blog. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I first wrote about a disastrous journey home. All I kn...

Here's the story that won a HM. xxx “I just killed a man,” Nancy said, flatly.       “That’s what I thought you said,” replied...

I was left for dead. Clawing my way through mud, I dragged my broken body through the decay of the forest floor. This was not my day t...

A Honourable Mention for this little story.  Huddled close to the fire, Ella watched as Conor placed their skewered dinner carefully ...

A Honourable Mention for this little story. “You think these bonds are enough to hold me!” Sarah hissed. “You know nothing of what I...

Innocence Lost There are two types of people in the world.  Raiders. Survivors. If you don’t fit in either, you’re a Biter. This was Ca...