As the cymbals crashed and the violins swooned, the girls twirled around in white Broderie Anglais dresses, spinning like ethereal wraiths in a momentary merry game. Some were mere girl-lings, …
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The perils of an overactive imagination
Old Native American tribes believed that when you took a photo of someone, you stole their soul. I've always wondered, according to the belief, what happens to that soul - …
Phantasmagoria
She opened her mouth to scream, but the darkness poured in, suffocating her as it wrapped around her like a shroud...
The Pursuit Of It
The promise of drama hung about him, invisibly though somehow noticeably, breaking up and scrambling random atoms whenever he entered a room...
To the Waves
Lying awake that night they both wondered how it could be possible to lie so close to someone and yet be so far away...
The Elderflowers of Capra
Intrigued, I carefully opened the casket and found, curled up like small creatures slumbering on the burgundy velvet lining, two long locks of hair, each wrapped around a gold ring.
The Guest
Dawn glanced at her face in the mirror - her hollowed cheeks drained of colour and her eyes were flat shards of glass. She looked strangely unreal, not like herself, …
