The Beach House
The house stands where it has no right to stand—perched on wooden stilts that sink into sand the colour of old bone, facing an ocean that wants to reclaim what was never truly surren...
The light from distant days
The woman sits in front of the computer, taking a moment to contemplate the grey ocean visible from the windows. The Irish waves, livid and boiling with rage, bring back...
Fallen Leaves, Second Chances
The autumn morning held itself with the particular stillness that comes before a decision is made. Thomas Hartwell felt it in the way his shoulders carried themselves b...
A Portal to the Past
Margaret stood at her kitchen window, watching the red balloon drift between the branches of the ancient oak tree. Its scarlet surface caught the morning light as it bobbed agai...
The Weight of New Beginning
The puppy was almost asleep. This was her first night in a new house. She was stressed because she had left her mum and the familiar environment she used to know before t...
The Golden Cup
The golden cup perched on the windowsill held more than flowers; it contained a moment suspended between worlds. Daisies and forget-me-nots reached upward from their brass vessel, cas...