Scrumping by Holly Barratt

It’s August, the moon is full, and the sound of the waves bothering the rocks half a mile away is insistent. The orchard smells of father: apple and salt. Cider-soaked and sea-preserved, he was so well pickled he could never have grown old if he lived a thousand years. Jenna and Menna, dresses tucked in… Read more Scrumping


Bogodom by Donna L. Greenwood

He has plagued the streets of our small town for years. We, the sane and straight-backed, do not leave our homes once the sun has fallen. Moonlight is no light at all when it only illuminates the entrails of the slain. We do not know why Bogodom the Beast terrorises our town, we only know… Read more Bogodom


Sin by Morgan Quinn

The door was already ajar when I arrived, opened to allow the cloying stench of decay to dissipate. It hadn’t worked. Inside the small room, the air hung heavy and sweet; the masking scent of cloves and the haze of smoke permeated. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision, and scanned the room silently. Three,… Read more Sin

The Horned Lady

The Horned Lady by David Cook

Screaming, I’m yanked away from the Horned Lady as she is dragged towards the pyre. ‘Shush, girl,’ orders Father, clamping me around the waist as men haul her over to a wooden stake and bind her to it. ‘One day,’ she’d said, looking into my eyes, ‘They’ll come for me.’ ‘She’s a witch,’ Mother says.… Read more The Horned Lady