Oh My Dog

18/06/2026

A Spell for Solace

Gwen awoke before dawn, the chill of her lonely cottage pressing against her bones. “Good morning, yeah… it’s not easy living on your own with no support,” she muttered, echoing a friend’s weary words. Her washing machine lay silent in the corner, battered by countless rounds of soapy water and now locked in rust. Outside, her old motorbike—once her pride and joy—now sat up on blocks in the scrapyard at the edge of town....

Gwen awoke before dawn, the chill of her lonely cottage pressing against her bones. “Good morning, yeah… it’s not easy living on your own with no support,” she muttered, echoing a friend’s weary wo…

17/06/2026

Oasis

Tina runs like a small comet across the lawn,bare feet soft on the warm green, hair a loose flagthat catches the sun and throws it back in sparks.The garden is a blush — tulips like tiny trumpets,roses folding secrets into velvet, lilies standinglike white candles in a quiet church of leaves.Simple flowers nod their heads as if in greeting;...

Tina runs like a small comet across the lawn,bare feet soft on the warm green, hair a loose flagthat catches the sun and throws it back in sparks.The garden is a blush — tulips like tiny trumpets,r…

15/06/2026

The Harvest

The First Time The house was warm with the kind of domestic light that makes everything look softer, kinder. Emma had been reading on the sofa; I remember the way the lamplight caught the gold in her hair. I remember thinking, for a moment, that the world had narrowed to the two of us and the quiet hum of the kettle in the kitchen....

14/06/2026

Witches

They arrive in a hall of glass and murmured titles,name badges like talismans pinned to collars,the good witch in linen white, hair braided with chamomile,smiling with the precision of a well-timed blessing.The bad witch in velvet and smoke, nails painted midnight,a laugh that leaves a small chill in the air. They stand opposite one another,...

14/06/2026

A Veil of Silver

In the quiet blush of predawn, when the world still slumbers beneath a gentle hush, a veil of silvery mist descends upon the waking land. It drapes over hedgerows and cottages alike, as if nature herself has unfurled a soft, translucent banner to celebrate the arrival of a new day. I stepped out into this delicate world, a wanderer amidst wonder....

In the quiet blush of predawn, when the world still slumbers beneath a gentle hush, a veil of silvery mist descends upon the waking land. It drapes over hedgerows and cottages alike, as if nature h…

13/06/2026

The Valley

Day 1 — Arrival: The Universe Has It In For Me OMG… where the bloody hell am I now. First my camera gets stolen, then I miss my bus because I had to stand in line at the police station to report the camera stolen, and on top of all that I can’t get through to the boss. I am sooooo fed up with my luck....

Day 1 — Arrival: The Universe Has It In For Me OMG… where the bloody hell am I now. First my camera gets stolen, then I miss my bus because I had to stand in line at the police station to report th…

11/06/2026

The seven sins and virtues

I. Lust / Chastity He objects to the object that draws his eye—he objects, then reaches for the object. She presents the present with a blush; to present herself is to give, and to give is to be present. II. Gluttony / Temperance He winds his way to the table and winds the clock back with crumbs on his sleeve....

I. Lust / Chastity He objects to the object that draws his eye—he objects, then reaches for the object. She presents the present with a blush; to present herself is to give, and to give is to be pr…

10/06/2026

Chico

Hi Chico — my little mischief-maker, You cheeky light-brown fluff with the black speckles, you absolute legend. You follow me like I’ve vanished for days when I’m only in the loo for two minutes; you think the bathroom is a VIP lounge and I’m your personal butler. Honestly, who needs privacy when I have a tiny, determined mummy’s boy shadow who insists on supervising every single move I make?...

10/06/2026

The Moon

“I thought you knew about the moon’s true purpose.”“The moon has a purpose?” Arthur’s laugh was brittle, the sort of sound that comes from someone who has just had the floor pulled from under them. He was halfway up the telegraph pole, one boot hooked over a cross-arm, the other pressed against the weathered wood, when the world shifted. A blur of fur and motion tore across the lane below, a shape that moved with a speed and grace that made his stomach drop....

“I thought you knew about the moon’s true purpose.”“The moon has a purpose?” Arthur’s laugh was brittle, the sort of sound that comes from someone who has just had the floor pulled from under them.…

09/06/2026

Collateral Daughter

“I never agreed to this.”“Your signature says otherwise, right here.” Erica’s voice is small in the hallway but it cuts through the room like a shard. Arnold, her father, holds the paper between two fingers as if it were a relic; Harriet, her stepmother, stands behind him with a smile that has teeth in it. Helena, her stepsister, lounges on the sofa with a phone in her hand, the kind of bored, cruel amusement that has been practised for years....

“I never agreed to this.”“Your signature says otherwise, right here.” Erica’s voice is small in the hallway but it cuts through the room like a shard. Arnold, her father, holds the paper between tw…