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“The wind howled across the moor that night, raking the last few resilient leaves from their branches. Gillespie lay awake, watching the moonlight phantoms play over the ceiling. He was aware in the back of his mind that tonight marked the end of his first month at the school and his first month since his father had packed up the farm and moved to London, leaving the boy here to, as he said, make a better man of himself t...

I’ve never been one of the popular kids in school. I’m a below average student academically and I’m not athletic at all. From a personality perspective, I can be goofy and lighthearted with my friends, but I get intimidated in big groups because I suffer from low self-esteem. In class, I’m always afraid to get called on by the teachers and exposed as being stupid. Half the time I’m not even paying attention, I’m just dayd...

Waking at the witching hour, Grgur the demon made his way to the kitchen. His long-fingered-short-clawed hand idly scratched an exposed hip near the fleshy orb that was his butt cheek, as his floofy tail curled around his leg like a shivering serpent. Red-slit eyes stared sleepily at the cold stone floor as it changed to tile. The bright light and cool air of the open freezer door illuminated the ashen, dark gray of his l...

8 May 2021 Oh, diary where should I begin? I woke to find everything as normal as can be, by which I mean the 'new normal', the normal everyday world of a newly constitutional adult. My teen-angel breasts were resplendent in the morning light, so yummily perky and their nipples so impressively pokie, that before I knew what was happening my mischievous fingers were caressing and tugging and pinching and massaging them eve...