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The shattering glass, as it splinters the frosty stillness, interrupts the creaking slumber of the venerable old hall. A smouldering missile...

Eddie loved Christmas. He especially liked putting up his miniature Christmas village in the dining room. The town square was on the chest i...

The sender of the email was A. Godbin. Vera Twinch didn’t recognise the name. She was most particular about emails. If she didn’t know the...

  by Jamie Gergen honey-bourbon hot toddy                 The king had died. That’s how these things always start, don’t they? After a rei...

  by Jenny Palmer hot toddy ‘I’ll start with the dusting today if that’s okay,’ the girl said. ‘And then do the hoovering.’           ...

by Geraldine McCarthy  hot toddy Fairy lights adorned the trees in the churchyard. They shone silver and white, like pearls on a thi...

by Matthew Roy Davey  a hot toddy We’d heard on the radio or read in a paper, I forget which, that there was going to be a meteor sh...