The Trade

By Tim Bloodfield This story that I am writing I have kept secret for thirty years. I put it in my will that upon my death my wife would get this letter. Please forgive me, my love, but it was for your own good. Now many years have passed and Read More

Chapel, Dark Of Night

by Charlotte North I know it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken I can’t recall the last time I even said your name But I’m at the end of my rope, and it’s breaking Nothing I know will ever be the same I think I’m asking you for a Read More

The Window

by Tim Bloodfield   It was a day like any other day: you get out of bed and try to get mobile, and most important, you explain to yourself the necessity of enduring the daily grind. You are about to embark on the same mind-numbing, tediously redundant commute to a Read More


by Charlotte North   She stood and clicked off the television set. She was trembling in anger. How could they have let him out of prison on parole? The one who had killed her sister, stabbed her to death with a knife and then shot her just to be sure Read More