Short Stories

It was a normal Monday, or so I thought. My name is Diana Zephere and I woke up to the smell of Veranda—my older sister—stomping down the...

Alistair If you stood around him, you could hear it. Tick. His pocket watch, hanging off his neck, on a string far too long to mimic a...

The next time I opened my eyes, the rubble cleared. I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the flashing lights from getting to my head. Was...