I stand before the open door,
But fear has chained me to the floor,
A world beyond, so wide, so …

Endless rain on Stocksbridge falls,
A whispered mist that softly calls,
Upon the moors and winding lanes,
It weaves a …

In the valley where the river winds,
Lies Stocksbridge, of days and nights entwined,
A town born of iron and …

Nicky stood at the edge of the village, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions as he gazed upon the familiar …

There was a sensory tapestry of musty, damp earth intermingled with the sharp tang of decayed organic matter. Cobwebs hung …

Yousef crouched beneath the shattered remnants of what once had been his home. Dust and smoke filled the air, blurring …

In the dimly lit corridors of Manners Manor, whispers swirled like shadows, spreading tales of Lady Mary Manners and her …

This week’s tale takes us to the quaint town of Bumpton. Here lived a girl named Esmerelda. Esmerelda wasn't your …

The dead days were amongst us. Those low light grey dreary days between Christmas and New Year.

New Years Eve …

Writing is a solitary endeavor, often undertaken in the quiet corners of one's mind. However, the journey of honing one's …