It’s a bland room, with walls in an indefinable hue of palest mauve, or perhaps it’s taupe. I was never very good at colours. Either way it fades into the distance, one of those shades that seems to draw back the more you stare at it. They probably paid some psychologist to tell them what colour to use, something restful they would have said; we want something calming and soothing. And this is the result. No doubt it has some fancy name like Violet Shimmer or Peach Blossom. Whatever. It’s paint. Not the colour I would choose though. Continue reading →

The sounds echoed through the jungle, scaring  the brightly coloured birds that inhabited the canopies of the rainforest.
It was an eldritch scream, inhuman, terrifying, and the forest went silent with fear.
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Scott moved his hand. It hurt his shoulder, but he managed to drag the unresponsive lump of numb flesh and bone and digits towards him. There. That was better. Now he could see what time it was. Even if he could not move any other part of his body. Continue reading →

The mantle clock, an old family heirloom, was chiming half past as he navigated the obstacle course that was the lounge at night. Half-past. So that meant it was actually twenty past. The clock had never run on time. However much they adjusted the pendulum up or down it always seemed to run ten minutes fast. Continue reading →

11.00
He waited for his passenger. It was not pleasant, sitting here waiting, when he was desperate to leave, desperate to start this mission, but there was nothing else he could do. So he waited.
11.05
The passenger strapped himself into the seat, firmly pulling the harness tight, as if preparing for a rough journey ahead. These trips were never easy, never predictable. He nodded to Alan and leaned back, hands loosely clasped in his lap. Eyes half-closed. Continue reading →