Category Archives: Prose

“Can I have one of those?” There was a shift in the sofa as Ev settled into the space next to me. I raised my head from my hands and squinted at her dubiously. Sure enough, she was gesturing to … Continue reading →

It was as if I didn’t even exist. I found myself moving my fingers beneath the desk, pinching myself sharply on the thigh to make sure I wasn’t having a horrible nightmare. It didn’t really tell me anything; my whole … Continue reading →

Just how long do you intend to keep this going, Evelyn? By all means, keep acting the way you are. Keeping locking yourself up like this. It’s not as if Arthur and I aren’t worried sick for you. Or over … Continue reading →

It’s getting harder to hold my tongue. Evie and James are snapping at each other yet again, on the surface over something completely inconsequential, like who has to fetch the snail mail or how much the office budget stretches to … Continue reading →

The week passed with little else happening. Barrier activity seemed normal, almost boringly so. Bills were paid, computers were sworn at, coffee was consumed, television was watched (somewhat). Of course, it wasn’t aliens or barrier-jumpers or even the government that … Continue reading →

“Oh, god, my head is killing me…” “Well, that’s fairly understandable. You went down rather hard.” “Am I dead?” “Don’t be an idiot, Arthur, of course you’re not dead.” Arthur opened his eyes and peered blearily at James, who had … Continue reading →

There was a soft whirring noise as the computer flickered to life, and three pairs of eyes gave their full attention to the screen — the ‘communal’ screen, as Evelyn had christened it, a nifty LCD number with an almost … Continue reading →

“See? See there?” Evelyn leaned over and pointed with a glittery green fingernail to the blemish on the pendant. “Right on the edge, sort of.” “I can see a lot of emerald glitter, but not much else. Ev, take your … Continue reading →