Welcome to Ignarook
Jock and Andy followed the path. Sentries watched from the trees as the two humans made their way home from their race. Jock kicked leaves as he walked, hands in…
The Kingdom of Ignarook
Ignarook. The market place of the world…or so the villagers called it. Its residents were hidden from view by a forest that opened a path or closed one depending on…
She Took Off Her Hat
The rodeo came through every year. Tamsin would watch, standing on the outskirts, hiding from her father and brothers. She would watch the horses, nostrils flaring, sweat white against their…
A Rather Thorny Subject
Andrew’s kilt was annoying as the front ride up between his thighs. His Moggans were slippin’ and he ran faster trying to ignore the feeling of doom. The fairies flew…
The Table
The table stood dejected in the back of the garage. Its chairs were set against a far wall and had not been pressed against it for many years. The wood…
The Orphans
Adam looked around and saw nobody was about, so scooted across the road and down the alley. His heart pounded as he flew behind a skip and squatted down. His…
The Little Wood Nymph
Hanna flew through the forest. Her small furry feet not touching the ferns as she sped on her way to Ignarook. Her eyes glistened as the wind caused them to…
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Saturday Morning Brunch
Saturday morning brunch in Mayflower Village was normally a chatty affair. Mabel, Mildred and Millicent (or the three M’s as Mummy had called them) were, every week without fail, sitting…
It Was Raining
Pitter Patter. Pitter Patter. The windscreen wipers sloshed the water off one side of the window and then dragged grime back to the other. Charlie grumbled and scrunched up his…
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It was still early
It was still early when he turned into the lay-by. Parking up he turned off his lights and pushed back his seat. He leaned over to his glovebox and pulled…
The security guard shouted
The security guard shouted as he ran after the small figure jumping in and out between the cars. ‘OI! Stop you!’ The shape in front of him suddenly veered off…
The bathtub was dirty
Ethel lay on the floor screaming. The linen that served as a nappy was filthy and her little hands clasped and unclasped the air as her small red face crunched…
Sunday Afternoon Drive
Mrs Blythe looked at the buckle and spat on it. Her brow furrowed and her tongue stuck out as concentration rubbed at the brass, threatening to wear it away. Mr…