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It was dark, the kind of dark where even the moon and the stars can’t shine, choked by thick clouds. The kind of dark that evil commands, where creatures lurk behind every corner and haunt every shadow. The kind of dark that Tersa longed for, but dreaded all the same.   She was dressed in black, knowing that it wouldn’t make any difference when it mattered, but still feeling safer than she would have dressed in any other colour. Her belt was strung with objects that might hav...

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Except for the cries of a few patients sleeping restlessly, the STAIR ward of the psychiatric centre was completely silent. The young intern could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall four metres away, and shivered as she patrolled the cold linoleum floors of the hospital’s corridors.   It was Anna’s first night shift, and so far she wasn’t enjoying it.   As she crept along the corridor, peering in windows and checking on a fe...

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Except for the cries of a few patients sleeping restlessly, the STAIR ward of the psychiatric centre was completely silent. The young intern could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall four metres away, and shivered as she patrolled the cold linoleum floors of the hospital’s corridors.   It was Anna’s first night shift, and so far she wasn’t enjoying it.   As she crept along the corridor, peering in windows and checking on a fe...

He wakes us before sunrise, smiling as he makes breakfast. We sit in the lessening dark and I listen to them talk, he and his little girl. She hangs on his every word, studying his smile as though she knows it's only put on. But it's put on for her, and so he never falters, never looks away from her huge blue eyes. We eat on the rooftop, watching as the sunrise leaks over the horizon, with his girl snuggled between us, using our bodies for warmth. From up here we can see the world as it is; t...