The Touch
Siobhan heard the espresso machine hiss. She picked up a small translucent white beaker from…
Siobhan heard the espresso machine hiss. She picked up a small translucent white beaker from…
She parks on the road in front of the dense, high, dark green hedge that…
“I’m sorry Andrew, it’s not any thing you did. You’re just very unique.” She quickly…
The train slides into Papakura. It’s one of those old trains and it pulls dirty…
Flower growing is the perfect occupation for a writer. Out there in the paddock bent…
The final chapter of Nick Scott’s crime novel “Temple’s Job”. The long and winding story…
Nearing Lake Tekapo and nearing the end of the search for personal vengeance. What happens…
History. It’s not written by the dead. It’s usually not written by the children. It’s…
“The Lake Poets”…..? “Lake Coleridge” blurted out Joe, trying to appear intelligent. “No” said Ian…