The Secret Garden
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…
Browsing: Cassandra Voices fiction
Parallel Weekend
I hadn’t heard from you since Wednesday, the morning before you flew to Copenhagen. You’d…
Girl Without Mercy
My father was a French lumberjack. That’s just a joke. People don’t always know I’m…
Into the River
I can barely make out Richard´s handwriting on the piece of torn paper. “Second left”…
Getting Away
Margaret didn’t like Walls, so why had she agreed to go walking with him in…
Automated Spirits
They’ve been protesting now for three weeks outside the closed factory. I have to walk…
Beautiful Things
I see everything as if it were under a magnifying glass, so clear that it…
Head Shop
Tedium was tip tapping on the pane of Gibbo’s day, the hours slouching into another…
Fiction: Luigi’s Trip
My boss sent me looking for Luigi. One of his super-rich clients had been sucked…
How Can Something So Wrong, Feel So Captain Sensible?
Stone Roses turned the stereo up a few notches, saying to to her sister, ‘That’ll…