Oh My Dog

16/10/2026

The Sleeper on Hollin Wood

The Sleeper in Hollin Wood I. The Dog That Would Not Go On Edith Pritchard had walked Biscuit through Hollin Wood every morning for eleven years, and in all that time the spaniel had never once refused a path. On the third of October, at ten past seven, he refused one. It was a raw, grey morning in the Cumbrian fells....

The Sleeper in Hollin Wood I. The Dog That Would Not Go On Edith Pritchard had walked Biscuit through Hollin Wood every morning for eleven years, and in all that time the spaniel had never once ref…

16/10/2026

The List He Never Needed

The List He Never Needed Chad sat in his armchair, remote in hand, as the news anchor’s calm voice announced the asteroid’s inevitable collision in twenty-four hours. The ticker scrolled like a metronome, marking time to oblivion, yet Chad felt nothing beyond a gentle curiosity—no fear, no panic, only an odd sense of peace. He reached for a slim notebook on the coffee table and tapped a pen against his lip....

15/10/2026

The Prince, the Scholar and the Very Polite No

The Prince, the Scholar and the Very Polite No I. Bruges, Briefly Enchanted There are, broadly speaking, two ways to travel incognito. One is to blend in. The other is to be Prince Marioneth Aelindor-Vaeth of the Silverwood Court, third in line to a throne that sat in a different world entirely, and to attempt it in a hooded jumper he had bought that morning from a market stall in Bruges....

The Prince, the Scholar and the Very Polite No I. Bruges, Briefly Enchanted There are, broadly speaking, two ways to travel incognito. One is to blend in. The other is to be Prince Marioneth Aelind…

14/10/2026

I remember what you didn’t say.

I remember what you didn't say. "I remember what you didn't say," The old lady smiled one gloomy day. For hidden behind her kitchen door, She'd heard two burglars cross the floor. The thieves had sneaked through the back with care, Convinced there was nobody living there. The curtains were shut, the lights were dim, Their chances of trouble looked rather slim....

I remember what you didn’t say. “I remember what you didn’t say,” The old lady smiled one gloomy day. For hidden behind her kitchen door, She’d heard two burglars cros…

14/10/2026

The Philosopher’s Speech

The Philosopher’s Speech Ladies and gentlemen, honoured seekers of truth, This morning, I find myself in an unexpected guise—a vessel not originally my own, yet one that carries the same indefatigable spirit that dwells within us all. In this peculiar form, let it serve as a reminder that the substance of our being transcends mere flesh and form. Our essence, our inner light, is the true testament to a life well lived, and it is this spark that unites us across boundaries of time and appearance....

13/10/2026

The Heart That Refused to Give Up

The Heart That Refused to Give Up Chapter One: The Unknown Man "The doctor says your heart is still beating," I write, tears rolling down my face. "But it feels like you're already gone." The words blurred as fresh tears fell onto the page. Brenda Collins sat beside the hospital bed, her notebook resting against her knee. The quiet hum of machines filled the private room, accompanied only by the rhythmic beeping of a monitor that proved the man before her was still alive....

12/10/2026

The artefacts

The artefacts The rain had finally stopped falling through the broken glass ceiling. At least, Brin thought it had. In the old city, it was hard to tell the difference between rain, dripping pipes, and whatever ancient systems still groaned inside the bones of forgotten buildings. He stood in a vast chamber filled with statues, cases, and shelves. Most of the shelves had collapsed centuries ago, spilling their treasures across the dusty floor....

12/10/2026

The Pulse of Seven Thirty

The Pulse of Seven Thirty The pavement hums with impatience as commuters spill from shop doorways into the widening throng. Heels click a staccato rhythm against wet cobbles, mingling with the distant wail of a bus horn. Steam swirls from coffee cups held tight in gloved hands, offering a brief warmth before the rush carries it off. Every glance flicks to a watch, wrists bared in frantic hope of borrowed minutes....

The Pulse of Seven Thirty The pavement hums with impatience as commuters spill from shop doorways into the widening throng. Heels click a staccato rhythm against wet cobbles, mingling with the dist…

11/10/2026

The Flame and the Archangel (v2)

The Flame and the Archangel I. Harrowmere Harrowmere was the sort of town that looked pretty on a postcard and quietly resented you for noticing. It huddled on a bleak stretch of the Northumbrian coast, all slate roofs and salt-bitten stone. A permanent sea fret rolled in from the North Sea each evening and swallowed the streetlamps one by one. The cobbled lanes ran steeply down to a harbour full of tired fishing boats, and above it all, on the headland, stood the broken teeth of Saint Alderic's Priory, a ruin older than the town's own memory....

The Flame and the Archangel I. Harrowmere Harrowmere was the sort of town that looked pretty on a postcard and quietly resented you for noticing. It huddled on a bleak stretch of the Northumbrian c…

11/10/2026

Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons The rain arrived in silver knives, cutting through the darkness that clung to the old town. Nestled between rolling hills and ancient woodland, Blackthorn was the sort of place that looked harmless during daylight. Tourists wandered its cobbled streets. Shopkeepers sold homemade fudge and overpriced antiques. Children rode bicycles beneath flower-filled window boxes. At night, however, the town became something else entirely....

Angels and Demons The rain arrived in silver knives, cutting through the darkness that clung to the old town. Nestled between rolling hills and ancient woodland, Blackthorn was the sort of place th…