She felt the silence drop over the train carriage, it is unusual to feel the absence of noise, but her toes curled and jaw clenched as all noise disappeared. She certainly felt something.

It wasnt unusual for this to happen in her town, the trains would switch off going past residential areas late at night, and briefly would only be powered by momentum. It was unusual however for her to feel and ...

“You humans speak so much of love, I would like to see it” the Alien asks, their eyes settling on you in a vaguely unsettling way.

They must have been informed that eye contact was considered important amongst humans, along side ‘love’, clearly.

“Well, love isn’t isn’t something physical to see,” the human hesitated. Explaining the concept of love was something they hadn’t realised they had s...

“I thought you said this wasn’t scary” I murmur quietly, the ominous music of the movie covering the sounds of shuffling as I grip the arm rest of the theatre tighter.

You look over to me in disbelief, “you wanted a scary movie!”

My head snaps to the side, “what? No, you wanted to see a scary movie!” I whisper furiously.

The adoringly amused look I get in return is surprising, “I only wanted t...

“That was the worst assassination attempt I’ve seen” I muttered, the dodgy CGI and explosions flashing in the shadows of the dark room.

I look over the piles of cushions and blankets, a dopey smile taking over my face as we start to giggle at the ridiculousness of the movie.

Only you could make me watch an action movie this bad. And only you could make it so enjoyable to watch the worst assass...

*Note for context:

this is inspired by Nordbanhof station, also known as Ghost station, a train station in Berlin which was cut off by the Berlin Wall, yet remained a functioning passenger track throughout the war. It was an escape route where many people died trying to leave, and is still used as a functioning station today .*

The chill of the station is bone deep

Abandonment built into its ...

Time is a fickle thing

The weight of it fluctuating,

It’s importance ever changing

Too little or too much,

The moment is weighted

To fufill our expectations...

I think I just met the happiest person in the world. It’s off putting really, having that much energy and joy at such an ungodly time of the morning, above all else, at work.

I don’t think anyone should be so happy when taking the pedantic orders of middle aged office goers, that regard you with the same value that of a remote control.

My boss loves you sure, for now. He tells me I should be ...

Uncle Simon had always been peculiar, and always will be. It was fun on Christmas day and birthday parties, never knowing what you’ll be gifted or what fun story he’ll have - Stories that make you question whether he’s really just making it all up.

But in the end you have to believe him, how could he even make up a story that strange?

But that’s just it, Uncle Simon is fun on when you see him...