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…

Update – Change of days

Hello fellow fiction lovers! Two announcements to hit your devices today. The first is that we are changing the day in which we release these tidbits of fiction into the wild. Mondays don’t seem to be working. So I thought that maybe, land closer to the weekend and perhaps people will have more time toContinue reading “Update – Change of days”

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”