There's a voice. A whisper. A gentle word. A little guide that nudges you here and pulls you there. You can't control it, and you don't need to. It will always drive you to what you want and what you need.

Image source Among the mania on the cryptocurrency markets the past few days, I've been wondering. The price of Bitcoin, Ethereum, Ripple, Stellar Lumens, among others that I can't remember - have rocketed.

I had fun with this little tale that my brain gurgled out. Watch the video:

When Sally the septohorse had come from it's mother she looked too elongated. Her mother rejected her from the shock of her looks. It was the job of the muck-clearer William Redfleet to look after the

Broccoli brain. That's what they called his condition. The doctor was showing him MRI scans of his brain with all the broccoli nodules at the top. The cause was too many vegetables apparently. "I'm

"I go to the bitch" said Manuel. Henry sniggered. "No. It's I go to the beeeeach. "I go to the bittch" repeated Manuel Oh dear he thought to himself on the 7th floor of the 80s

Like all species that survived the apocalyptic plague of Yukult, the elephant had adapted. A DNA mutation from a chemical spill in the Indian subcontinent had caused the DNA code of elephants to merge

It was a modern suburban train at the invisible station. To others they were simply stuck at a red light. But to him, the station existed. The commuters around him were being ferried between the leafy

They shook the box. It was light. They flipped it upside down. Again, nothing. What could it be? Nothing fell out. They passed the box between them like a game of pass the parcel. Still no clues. An address

La fiesta de la Lima occurred every September in the seaside village of Salvado. Since the Spanish colonisers brought lime trees from the neighbouring islands, the plants had become the regional cash crop.

"Come here my little buttercup" The cow heaved its way through the gate. "You're getting nice and fat now aren't you. We'll get Jack to swap you for some magic beans." The cow mooed

He'd been frustrated throughout architecture school. You always had to keep up with the architectural fetishes of the professors and bosses. It used to be concrete. Then it was glass and steel. Then it

I wrote this earlier in the week and forgot to publish it. "This week will be Shrove Tuesday, pancake day. This is the day where we use up what we have in the cupboards before lent" said the

Heather worked the night shift at her 24/7 supermarket. She preferred it that way. There were no crowds, few colleagues and little to trigger her anxiety. All she had to do was arrive at 10:30pm and stack

The gold pendulum swang above his horizontal body. A gentle whoosh occured as it gained momentum and slowed down again for the end of its arc. He blinked. There were window arches and the ceiling was

"You don't choose the pen... The pen chooses you." said Mr Wright raising a wispy eyebrow above his gold rimmed spectacles. A small olive tree was in front of the door and the mustard carpet

The sand stuck between her paws. She didn't like it but as the only survivor of the shipwreck she was here on her own. She scouted for breakfast and there it was - high in the coconut tree, a bird's nest

He opened his blog on a new article - Freedom Fighters For The New Earth. "Dudes. The Matrix is real. Wake up Sheeple. Can't you see the government is a lie. Don't you see that your job is your chains.

Corrugated steel. That's what they used to make these boxes. The boxes that would haul the world's belongings from one place to the next. They'd glide on the megaships as big as cities as they crossed

This is a special story I wrote while in some kind of trance state in a coffee shop. I like these characters and people and places and I guess it all just came together. Thanks for watching!