Turning Stories to Food

This Stories Turned Into Food? It was ‘Agatha All Along’.

Well, hello there again. Long time, no see, isn’t it? For that I can only sincerely apologize—especially to the rare people out there who were actually following this blog. You see what happened is—I threw myself too heavily into the murder of a woman that showed up just outside my town—in the woods (I live… Continue reading This Stories Turned Into Food? It was ‘Agatha All Along’.

Original Stories

A Gift At Halloween (A Short Story)

My Grandma had always told me that our family had a gift. That no matter where we went we could see what most other people couldn’t. My Mum had made sure we didn’t visit Grandma too often. After the one time she’d taken me on a ‘holiday’ to the local graveyard to go and see her dead mother, and locked me inside the crypt, my Mum had vowed never to let me see her ever again.