A Dusty Word- By T.W. Norrich

The bronze light poured in through the blinds; lines contrasting with dank isolation.  The air control had expired; it wasn’t the only thing to face its demise.  A figure moved in the corner, slowly at first.  It emerged, looked around, the head angled awkwardly on sloping shoulders.  Its neck cracked loudly, and the body straightened with a low exhale…

Nameless – Series 1 – Part 3

‘There you are,’ a voice called with a ring of familiarity.  Rhys turned, his body a coiled spring.  A short well dressed Asian man walked towards him and was not ten strides away, waving as he closed the gap.  He stopped one pace short.  ‘Well, you owe me that drink, come on.’ They began walkingContinue reading “Nameless – Series 1 – Part 3”

Nameless – Series 1 – Part 1 (Prologue)

The wind howled as the door screeched open.  The few heads with enough energy turned to see if it was the empty winds or a decrepit traveler invading their retreat.  There were no eyes sharp enough to notice the newcomer and how he differed from the typical visitor…