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  • The Goat of All Fears – Finale

    “The ground didn’t just shake,” Buttercup said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “It groaned.  For a heartbeat, Zamba stood frozen, the same fear that had hampered him at […]

  • The Goat of All Fears – Part 2

    “The lantern was dead,” Buttercup whispered. “Total blackness. Zamba’s hooves felt like lead as he fumbled with the lantern, his grip slippery with the cold sweat of a goat who […]

  • The Goat of All Fears – Part 1

    “I’d have headbutted it right off the cliff!” Bramble roared, charging a defenceless pine stump with a crack that echoed through the crags. He shook his head, dizzy but grinning […]

  • My Very First Memory

    My Very First Memory

    Picture the scene. Paris, France, a very long time ago. ​My toddler self managed to find his way onto the balcony of our flat. I don’t know exactly which floor […]

  • The Magpie Who Stole Shadows

    Marble glared at Cecil. Cecil had turned the sun-drenched pond into his own stage; The swan’s serene grace only amplified Marble’s rage. “Look at him,” Marble muttered. “White as morning […]

  • The Day After The World Broke

    The silence was a presence. Not the restful silence of a house in the dead of night, but the vast, deafening quiet that had settled over the world after the […]

  • A Case of The Grumps

    A Case of The Grumps

    The morning started all wrong. Instead of his usual proud call to the sun, Reginald the Rooster let out a grumpy, strained croak. “That’s not right,” Professor Hoot hooted from […]

  • The Librarian’s Unveiling

    The air in the Great Library of Alexandria was thick with the scent of papyrus and incense. Apollonius of Rhodes, the esteemed head librarian, adjusted his spectacles, the weight of […]

  • The Day Our Brains Broke

    “My apologies,” Blake said, then froze. His eyes widened, and he stared blankly ahead. His mouth opened, but no words came out. “Is everything alright?” his colleague asked, a hint […]

  • Romy And The Grange Of Wisdom

    Romy pulled her old, mud-splashed boots from the basket by the back door, a familiar scent of damp earth and hay clinging to them. The farm had always been her […]