The Itch by Chloe Copland

They said it starts with an itch. They lied. It was more like goosebumps, it wasn't constant, it mostly occurred when there was a slight breeze in the air, that's how it felt anyway. The feeling of someone watching you from a distance begins to creep up on you, the hair on the back of … Continue reading The Itch by Chloe Copland

Follow the Moon by Thomas Neil

The soft buzzing of the street lights carried well into the night, a perfect undertone to the ebb and flow of the footsteps as people plodded along on the street below. The gracious night had finally come and with it a fresh breeze that filled the air with an assortment of scents, from the decay … Continue reading Follow the Moon by Thomas Neil