Athelstone

398 words including title

Fate and Soul

The house in South Kensington wore fresh white stucco and stood in a terrace of frontages all the same. On a colour chart the paint could have been named Anonymity.

Melissa climbed the front steps. Beneath the pillared porch she tapped a code into the key pad and sensed passers-by lingering. She knew…[Read more]

I’ve composed mine. I just haven’t written it down yet…

One week left to get your comp entry in!

The cell was as dark as it was damp, and it would reek all the worse but for the bitter cold. There were others in here, though Robin could not count them, in his head or by his fingers, which he could not see when placed in front of his face. The brief light that had the poor wretches holding their hands to theirs, told him there had to be ten or…[Read more]

I am still working too. I need the constant (but lovely) stream of guests we’ve had this month to finish so I have a bit more time.

Still working on my entry …