One day here, the other, gone. The only thing left was that menacing message. You never knew when your turn might come. If ever. When it …
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Mini Saga n.16 — Shadow’s Selfies
In the midday sun, Shadow took another shot. It was the best time of day. Another one and the series would be complete. She checked …
Mini Saga n.15 — Lunch in the Park
My bag is filled with fallen leaves. I pick them one by one, and place them on the kitchen table. Six are green, four yellow. Two in …
Mini Saga n.14 — The Landing
It landed on a foggy night, somewhere in the suburbs. Its surface covered with intricate decorations, a message for us maybe. But we didn't …
Mini Saga n.13 — A Moss Heart
In spite of the appearance, the creature has a soft, green heart. As I reach over, I sense a little movement, a shiver, like a faint …
Mini Saga n.12 — 23:23
23:23, I knock at the door. The instructions were clear. I knock again, this time it opens, I step inside. No sound, just the clicking of …
Mini Saga n.11 — Spare Parts
On a foggy morning, while walking through the old town, I came upon a strange shop. Filled with curiosity, I peaked through the glass …
Mini Saga n.10 — The Sitting Giant
Mr Giant ate his lunch — a ham and pickle sandwich with milky tea — standing on Oxford Circus. He couldn't find a seat to fit his frame. …
Mini Saga n.9 — The Screaming Rocks
You are out of tune, again - said Terry. Hugh was following the music in his head. His voice never matched the others. The wind wasn't …