He spent at least an hour looking for the small screwdriver he knew he had - and was certain he'd left in the top drawer of his desk. He needed to mend his watch - a gift from his sister - which had worked

Harry was a sympathetic ghost. Not like the poltergeist in number 33 - that one was a troublemaker. Harry had been in the basement of number 21 Enfield Place for a few decades now. He had lost the ability

When it came the whole house shuddered and the urn containing Grandmother fell off the mantle piece and scattered her all over the living room floor. It might have been funny in another time. Cowering

When he entered the dining room he kept his head low. Although he couldn't see the reaction - staring at his shoes as he shuffled up to the serving hatch - he could feel the change in atmosphere. The volume

When he first met The Undead Bride he didn't know who they were. Just a bunch of punks who needed a shower and a haircut, his father would have said. Jim wouldn't have said that, of course. He was younger

Down in the subway, is where he lurks. Sometimes, when it is dark and cold he comes up nearer the surface. But this has become rare. It is not so dark and cold these days. The light hurts his eyes, and

Kipper groaned as the door swung open and the odour of cooking hit him in the face like a sock full of rocks. "Beetle oil," he muttered under his breath. "Again with the beetle oil."

She criticised him for his lack of expertise and he slinked off like a dejected creature. He headed for the back room and hid his shame under an old rug that smelled of damp and rotting cabbages. He wasn't

The short story he decided to write was based on his very first day at school. He remembered being walked to school by his grandfather, the old man's hand rough but comforting in his. He remembered the

The man was dressed in a suit, with neat short cropped hair. He carried a placard that read "no more authority" and apologised to Jane when it hit her on the shin as he shuffled past her as he

Thanks to @mariannewest for her daily 5 minute freewrite prompt. Today, I played with words - was your prompt beauty inspired (manicure) or medicinal (man-i-cure). Thomas was not a sensible man. He would

Spring Chicken. With thanks for the prompt to the wonderful @mariannewest, here is my offer for the five minute #freewrite. It's a short one today, I had trouble starting - and in fact, wrote the last

A Man's Best Friend Rupert was, perhaps, the most clever dog in the world. Each morning he sat on his owner's lap, and as the middle aged man drank his coffee, read the newspaper and played chess, Rupert

Dual perspectives dancing around the idea, of getting under one's skin.

“You’ll get the hang of it kid.” “I better. And soon, I can’t afford to lose this job. Could you do this one? I’m really nervous after last time.” “Look, we all start out like you. I’m just here to observe.