Shadow Space

Katy saw the shadows.  Gremlins, ghouls, dark castles and eyes.  Universe stapled onto universe, dreams flittering across buildings and the streets.  Signs, ephemeral art work from some sixth place, a strange creeping window into spaceless space.  What was she seeing? Did these shadow glimpses occupy her time now, or were they from somewhere else?

Were watching her?



Katy kept hearing the sounds.  Whispers. Sobs. Laughs.  A ticking clock. Bumble bee’s and Death.  Yes, even that.

She was hearing the hidden sounds, all around you.  The noises you can’t hear.

Demons Plural

Ezekiel had demons.  Not the ‘how come nobody likes me’ kind, or the ‘why don’t I ever get picked for the sports team’ kind.  No.  These were real demons – a whole hoard of em’.  Demons plural, if you will.  They had voices.  They had teeth.

It didn’t matter how much Ezekiel prayed.  It didn’t matter how much good he did.  The demons never went away.  They’d sit there smoking a pipe on his shoulder.  He’d wake up to see one lying next to him in bed.  What’s more they were ugly… with decaying flesh and everything.

So what did old Ezekiel do?  How do you beat demons?

You don’t. Instead, you listen to them.  It took Ezekiel a while to figure that one out.  After that, they went away soon enough.  A couple even became Angels.

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill kissed on bridge over a lake in a park.  They loved each other very much.  Eventually Jack opened his eyes and looked down.  They were floating among the clouds, beside the moon and stars.  Everything looked very small.  Everything looked very silly.

They held each other tight, each hoping that they’d never fall back down.

Locked Door

Martin the baby-sitter was about to fall asleep.  He’d spent the last 10 minutes thinking about whether to get up and lock the apartment door.  It was one of the safest neighborhoods in the city.  Nothing ever happed.  Still, he got up with a groan, and locked it anyway.  Then he checked on the baby, and fell asleep on the couch.

That night a murderer entered the building:  a giant shadow, a phantom.  No one had ever seen his face.  He tried the doors on the first floor.  But they were locked.  The same was true of the second.  Then he reached the third.

As Martin slept, the door-knob to the apartment turned.  But the shadow couldn’t get inside.  He moved further up the building, with evil in his heart.

Growing Up

Brittney was growing up.  That’s why she was packing her dolls away.  She was twelve years old, and all the other girls were interested in clothes, and TV, and boys.  That’s why they always made fun of her – because Brittney still watched Disney, and played dress-up, and wasn’t even sure she wanted to grow up.  It was scary.  But things had to change – or she did, just because people don’t like it when someone is different… especially when that someone is a girl.

Brittney sat alone in her room, and put all her toys, and dolls and board-games into a very big cardboard box.  She loved the reds, and yellow’s and green’s of her toys.  They looked so unloved and unhappy just lying there in the shadow of the box, instead of scattered around her room.

Brittney closed the lid, with a sigh, and sat on her bed.  She’d need to put posters of pop stars on her walls; she’d need to start reading girly magazines, and watching more TV.  She looked at the great big box in the middle of the room, and felt very very sad.

‘I won’t throw it away’, she thought to herself.  ‘Instead, I’ll find somewhere to hide it.  Somewhere no one will look’.

Brittney was a smart girl.

Dirty Snow

It was Christmas Eve.  The grey of London had turned to pearly white.  Barnaby trudged his way through the glimmering city.  Children were throwing snow balls at each other.  Housekeepers swept their doorsteps.  The bakery was open early.

Barnaby breathed in the sparkling ice air, and turned up his winter coat.  In his hand he held a bouquet of lush red flowers.  They were magnificent.  He hoped she liked them.  So many thoughts were running through his head.  His heart was beating fast.

Almost there.  More than a little bit early.

Ahead a door opened.  A slender girl with auburn hair led a tall young-man into the street.

She planted a kiss on his lips.

She waved good bye.

She watched him leave.

And then she went inside.

That morning a bouquet of roses lay abandoned on a lonely street corner.  A boy called Barnaby made his way home through the dirty snow.