Sandra performed her little charade in front of the mirror and morphed into the Gisela character on a whim. She had a small tickle of flirtatious laughter down pat.

Where am I? She wonders. None of the details of the room feel familiar. She gets up. Slowly. It feels like her body is bound; it is almost suffocating. Why do I ache so much?

In his head, this all made sense. The next-door neighbour’s garden was the goal – just a simple chip to cover four yards and a metre fence in the middle. Easy.

Lancastrian Nights, a true story, tells the wonderous tale of a chance meeting and highlights the magic of life.

Peter was tired. After 10 years of holding together the paperwork for “Johnson, A.P. – SSN 555-66-33xx,” his tensile strength was fading; he could feel his molecules beginning to degrade.

Three o’clock on a Thursday was an odd time for a visit, but it was the only downtime between my part-time jobs that suited Jo. More unusual than the time was the prospect of a one-to-one rendezvous in my bedsit with someone about my age and attractive.

Aside from that Glaswegian Friend of the Earth, Dougie Macleod didn’t have a lot of time for the other men on the rig. He kept his head down and got his work done.

He watched her leave, knowing that she only pulled the latch behind her. He had at least two hours before she would be back home. He needed one last souvenir, and he knew exactly where to find it.

Lockdown helped me realise there is more than meets the eye in my town. Scratch beneath the surface you begin to discover there are weird and wonderful things happening in the most unlikely places.

Someone slams the door to the trailer and my bed trembles because this is a small “mobile home” and no one can hide anything here.

I needed to find out what was happening. I hobbled over to the bathroom blindly, using my sense of smell to guide me, and stared at the mirror. Though my vision was hazy, what reflected back at me was undeniable. I was a dog.

When I was younger I fell in love with a performance artist. During these last decades, the interest in this particular performance art has drastically decreased.

Melissa believed the human race could be divided into two groups. Those who have an innate desire to explore, and those who are anchored to a specific place from birth until death.

Set in a futuristic world where the American dream is dead, and corporations are the new government. Ren, a spy for Lone Star Oil and Heavy Industries is tasked with a dangerous mission.

“Jonah, are you with us?” Ms. Turner calls, her voice strained despite herself. She knows how hard it is for me. I know she’s trying. I know I’ve disappointed her. Again.