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Colourful apocolypse

Emric crawled out of his sleeping compartment and rubbed his eyes. The warm yellow light in the pod gradually brightened, a new day dawned. But this wasn’t just any day, this was a special day. Depending on who you believed, today could be the last day he ever needed to crawl out of bed. Emric considered a shower, but was there any point. He would either need a shower after work or he wouldn’t. Time would tell, as it usually does. He threw on his work suit, more of an overall really, but they frowned on words like that these days. It was something to do with making you feel more important. It was why his title was officially Waste Management Engineer. As he stood on the veranda of his neat little home, the sun was making its first and, some said, last appearance over the horizon. Peeping over the treetops, like a naughty schoolboy, hiding from a teacher. ‘Emric, well met my friend.’ Alarius called to him from his garden next door. ‘Today is the day, I hope you have prepared everything....
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Mournful Sunset

  Darius stirred in his sleep, the bed was a little too short and he hadn’t been able to stretch his legs, he was going to wake up with cramp he knew it. Veronica jabbed him in the ribs, he grunted. She whispered in his ear. He did his best to ignore her. ‘Dee, Dee’ she said loudly, her voice echoing eerily around the chamber. ‘What?’ he snapped. ‘Are you awake?’ ‘I am now, what’s up?’ ‘What time is it?’ ‘I don’t know, what does your watch say’ Darius said. ‘I don’t know, I’ve left it in the house. The strap was irritating my wrist so I took it off.’ It’s not the only thing that’s irritating, Darius thought. ‘Do you think we should open the lid and see?’ ‘No, its too early, it wont be safe.’ Darius said. They lay still for a while longer. Darius was about to drop off again. ‘When you were little, did you ever dream about living forever?’ Veronica asked as they lay in the darkness. ‘No.’ ‘What did you dream about then?’ she asked, not willing to give up. ‘I...
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The Curford Mystery.

 ‘Ninety-nine pence for a tin of beans?  I think that’s a bit pricey.’ An elderly woman in a brown twinset and a green hat pulled down over her grey hair, examined the tin and frowned. ‘Umm, it’s a 99p stall, everything is 99p.  That’s sort of the point, besides its for charity.’  Just pay it, you miserable sod, I thought.  What did you expect from a church fete, besides I didn’t donate these things did I?  Word to the wise, if you ever donate things to a ninety-nine pence stall at a fete, at least make them worth it.  I’d been there all morning and sold two packets of biscuits and a tin of soup.  Hardly a threat to Tesco.  I’m not even sure how I got involved anyway, I was just trying to be helpful.  I had hoped to get the tombola, but apparently that was Grace Collingwood’s domain.  So, I got lumbered with selling soup and beans at inflated prices.  Such is life. ‘Well, yes dear I suppose it is for charity, but I’ll be having...
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Diamonds are a girls best friend

 Amelia Devereaux stood in front of the Picasso studying it hard. The lines were perfect, the colours looked good, the whole thing looked genuine. But it wasn’t, it was a fake. Amelia knew this because the original was currently in a private collection in Paris. She should know, she had stolen it last summer and sold it on. She walked past a Cezanne and a Dali, both fakes, and pondered on whether there were any genuine paintings left on public display. All over the world people were putting art in galleries, and people like her were stealing it. What a world we live in, she thought to herself. As she left the cubist room and made her way down the corridor, she passed a room on the left with a rope barrier was stretched across the entrance. ‘New Exhibit Coming Soon’ a sign announced. Amelia gazed into the room with a professional eye. A thought was forming in her head, just a tiny glimmer of something, she would let it grow, it felt promising. ‘Tony, I need this fixed. In three ...
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People are Odd

Jimmy looked up in awe at the ruined castle walls that towered above him. When you are eleven most things tower above you, and when you are eleven and ‘short for your age’, as his mother said, pretty much everything towered above you. Many children might find that intimidating, or frightening even, but Jimmy loved it. He loved the look of the huge building, the feel of the ancient rough stone under his hands. When he was in a castle he was in heaven. This one was particularly special because it was his hundredth castle. He had been obsessed with castles since he was three years old, whenever anyone asked him where he wanted to go, his only answer was ‘castle’. His mother used to say his first word was ‘castle’, although in reality it was probably ‘peepee’, or something equally as revolting, he was a boy after all.  For his hundredth castle he had chosen Corfe Castle in Dorset, because he’d read about it in a book from school. He had done his research too, it was one of the earliest...
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Edinburgh Magic

 Lucy stepped off the train onto the crowded platform.  The last five hours from London had been fairly uneventful. She had occupied her time sleeping, listening to a podcast and watching the rain run down the window as they crossed the border.  She took a deep breath and made her way towards the stairs, dragging her little suitcase along behind her. As she emerged from the station and stepped onto Princes Street, she looked up at the grey Edinburgh sky, she was home, but was it the right decision? Probably not the best time of the year to be here she thought. Edinburgh in August was full of tourists. The fringe festival was in full swing and most of the locals had already left for quieter places. But she hadn’t really been thinking straight. Her mind drifted back to her argument with Martin a few days ago. Stupid unfaithful Martin, with his stupid hair and his stupid Brummie accent. His latest indescretion was the last straw as far as she was concerned. A blonde by the n...
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Eric Expired

  Eric was dead. There was no two ways about it. He was no longer part of the living. He had left the proverbial mortal coil and passed over the rainbow bridge. Eric had expired. Much to his surprise though, death wasn’t the end of the line.   Eric had never been particularly religious, and an afterlife was something he hadn’t even considered, and yet here he was.   It wasn’t the most dignified of deaths and looking back it was probably quite funny.   Being run over by a minibus full of clowns was something that happened to someone in a sitcom. But it happened to Eric. As the bus hit him, he felt himself flying through the air, waiting for the jolt as he landed, but it didn’t come.   He seemed to just hang in the air, sort of floating like a bad smell, as his mum used to say.   At first, he thought he was dreaming, maybe he had fallen asleep on the bus and now he was stuck in a weird nightmare. But when the ambulance turned up and carted away the remains of...
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