The Story Blog

PART FOUR CONTINUED Connal was in the dark. He hated the dark; it was always cold and full of strange dangerous noises. Although there we...

PART FOUR Somebody screamed. Lana jerked up, angry at herself for falling asleep, and crawled over to Angele who was sitting bolt upright...

This is a series of pictures I have been drawing in my spare time over the past month about a fictional five year old girl named Chloe Walke...

PART THREE It had been three years since the evening they had argued. In that time Angele triumphed over her husband, they set out, Angel...

PART TWO Sonia crept forward stealthily. The bee (a large furry black animal which is killed for food, its fur and its horns. It is not ...

PART ONE “ I don't think we're going to get anything else tonight.” said Angele, climbing down from the rock and handing t...