by Kim Farleigh || Piot was beside the red pot beside the white, timber pillar.
by Sheila Kinsella || Sadie flopped into an armchair and watched the solar-powered toy hula lady wiggling away on the windowsill.
by John Brantingham || My love keeps her wings secret under her clothes until at night when she steps out onto the balcony.
by Madeleine Tomasoa || "What do you think of the sea?" Charles says, suddenly.
by Cory Roberson || Eve materialized, all raven hair and glowing lips, from the rib of a man
by Susan Hatters Friedman || The twins are finally asleep
by Terri Mullholland || Marion wakes early in the morning, before dawn, to the sound of foxes screaming.
by Suzannah Ball || They were gradually gathering on their walk.
by TSJ Harling || No-one was there. Not the estate agent, nor the potential new flatmate Amanda, nor any current occupants.
by Melissa Maney || Ivy awoke to the sound of midnight footsteps outside her window.