Time for a Change – Part 7
Spurred on by a desperate need to not get caught, Jenny heaved herself back up to the window. She tried to squeeze an arm into to gap. It was tantalisingly close to letting her in. If only she was a little more flexible...well, if only she was a LOT...
Time for a Change – Part 6
Jenny turned around and fumbled with the door handle, trying to keep her head down. Thankfully the cold meant there were few people on the street, but there were still enough to make her want to get back in as quickly as possible. She gave a little sob...
Time for a Change - Part 5
Jenny rushed to the door and flung it open, expecting the calm, reassuring sight of a sober-suited government Event task force member. "Oh, thank god you're here..." she began. However she suddenly noticed that things were not quite as she had pictured...
Time for a Change – Part 4
Jenny shook her head and sat down in front of the TV again, banishing naughty thoughts from her mind for now. She grabbed the phone again and dialled the government hotline. It seemed like the most sensible option, as if this did not go away, or got...
Time for a Change – Part 3
Jenny bit her lip as her hand poked at her new additions; first the ears, then the horns. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to go to work like this. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to go out like this. She quickly...
Time for a change – Part 2
The next morning Jenny woke with a bit of a headache, concentrated at the front of her skull. Barely conscious, she slapped her beeping alarm to turn it off and fiddled for one of the aspirin she'd left by the side of the bed in case the ache from last...
Prisoner of the Yellow Sign – Part 2
Six ran headlong through the streets of the Village, heading for the sea. He ignored or dodged the people he passed, who seemed utterly unperturbed by the sprinting figure with his face contorted by horror. He began to grab glimpses of beached ships...
Prisoner of the Yellow Sign - Part 1
A man sleeps fitfully. He has carried great weights in his waking hours, and now sheds them one dream at a time. Some tangle him close, like ropes from a sunken galleon holding a diver beneath the surface as his oxygen runs low. Some cause him to...