Author: Kieran

(052) Something was in the air. Something was coming, and even underground they could sense it. A restlessness had taken hold within the warren. What had once seemed spacious had now become cramped, and eight brothers and sisters all push each other to be the first to venture out from the only place they’d ever…

(051) “I’m nervous.” Samuel says, flexing his arm to see his watch beneath his shirt cuff and jacket sleeve.  “Why?” Asks Margaux, “It’s just going to be the same as class.” “I know, it’s ridiculous– I just feel it in my belly.” He says, putting his watch away without registering the time.  “But then what…

(050) A decision had been made, and now it was time. The long summer days had faded into autumn and all signs of what had happened had gone with them – all that was, except for one.  The man cuts the engine leaving him and his apprentice in silence, both stoic and sullen in the…

(049) Despite the trees above blocking most of the sun – of which Henry was grateful – sweat still trickles down his sides under the weight of the camera, making his shirt cling to him beneath his jacket. The urge to strip off a layer was strong, but until he stopped sweating it wasn’t really…

(047) All at once it was time, and the singular focus that had driven him since the moment that he’d been born disappeared, suddenly replaced with something new:  Hide.  His light receptors barely detect the faint signals in the darkness, guiding him from the depths through the tunnels that had shaped his existence. He wriggles…

(046) The sun has barely risen before a group has formed on the opposite bank. They watch on in loose-fitting pyjamas, and some with their hair still matted from their pillows, as the firefighters pick their way through the debris. Vanessa, her eyes bleary from sleep, nods to her neighbours as she makes her way…

(045) Buried where it’s warm it does something akin to waiting, if waiting held no expectations. It’s merely dormant in the darkness – until it isn’t.  The embers of a red cherry, not quite extinguished. A spark of life, so fragile and small but with a hunger that cannot be sated. The patch of grass…

(044) “It’s bullshit is what it is.” Jake says, his hands busy in the gloom trying to roll a cigarette. “Hold it still.”  Harrison moves his phone to the right again to spotlight the procedure, all the while scrolling his feed.  Peering through the trees in the direction of the music, Callum can just make…

(043) As is often the case, the origin of any great thing can be traced back to something tiny, and for this story it is no different.  A low rumble in the distance like thunder in a bottle, so quiet you could be forgiven for missing it entirely. It grows steadily from something passing to…