The weather is disgusting. Slushy. Dirty snow slush has been underfoot for a week now. It's as if whoever is in charge of the weather up there got tired and decided to take a nap. And this fog is...

‘Is it tonight?’‘Yes.’‘Why?’She didn’t answer. Instead, she cut off the call. I stuffed my phone into my back pocket and entered the forest. Treading the path that I had trodden so many times before. The looped path. The path...

Friday Night 19th March 2021:He wasn’t coming. She could feel it in her veins. Lizzie picked at her last few stone-cold greasy bacon and cheese loaded fries, rubbing her bare legs to keep warm. An unpleasant fluid flowed from...