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A Deathly Audience

Fynn looked behind him as he snuck out of the bar, making sure his brothers had not seen him. The streets of Pforzheim were full of propaganda posters for the war, which was in...

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The Boy In the Library

There is something romantic about the Central Library. The world is always quiet in there. The perfect  tranquillity of life and the odour of knowledge and emotions resting calmly between the crispy pages. The...

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Poems of Love and Death

Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...

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Transference

Cesar made his way through the maze of bookcases, until he finally reached the one he was looking for. He bent down on the soft, carpeted floor. Strange. The book wasn’t there. He connected...

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The Grey Suit

Marcus was bending over the table which was covered with photographs from the crime scenes, forensic reports, press cuttings and a bundle of files. His shoulders were aching and his spine felt like it...

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The Vitruvian Murders

“How does it feel to tailor wedding suits for three generations of the Smiths?” asked Brad who had his arms spread out as the tailor took the measurements. They were in a small, cozy...

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The “High” Road

As it plunged into his skin, the prick of the needle was cold and biting, like the first wind of winter. He depressed the plunger on the syringe and his veins hungrily consumed the...

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Escape

I’m running as fast as I can for the last 15 minutes. Keeping my breath rate steady, I pushed harder and faster. My legs are trembling and I have no idea if I would...