“Those are weird,” a little boy told her on the bus, kicking the back of her seat. “No they’re not,” Ruby frowned, and turned to the front. “Stop doing that.” The little boy gave it one last kick, just to show her who’s boss. Ruby grunted but was in no Read more…
The riots came like a tide, in regular intervals. It was always something or other, the economy, the pension cutbacks, something. But the clockwork riot was the one right before Christmas, at December 6. Each year, every year, like clockwork. It started in 2008, right before the Greek Crisis. When Read more…
Many people think they can remember things from when they’re four years old. Truth is, that unless they’ve had a traumatic experience, those memories are fabricated, imaginations with the framework built from someone’s retelling of the incident or even a photograph, with the older mind filling in the gaps. However, Read more…
The night was young. What a silly expression. The night is old, she always has been. Humanity hasn’t lived long enough to make that claim. They’re just an eyeblink in the vast existence of Earth.Yet, some people have such a small mind that they think they’re the centre of the Read more…
“That can’t possibly be a thing,” I said to my friend. “It is,” Derren said, punching his palm with his other fist. He was an angry gay man, he had beaten down plenty of assholes who had made fun of him when he was out with his boyfriend. Fit with Read more…