Frank is from the 80’s and lives in Oxford with family and cats on a rich diet of writing, music, maths and books.
The golden egg
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “They” presumably being people without coms, thought Kara as she desperately tried all the toggles and buttons she could think of, to no avail. She rotated her spacesuit ninety degrees anti-clockwise around her long axis to get a better look. Their skiff, the Rose, was hanging motionless in the background.
- Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
Salt and LoveRunner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
You sit in the van on the way home from the beach. The window is open, wind buffeting your face with that flap-flap-flap rhythm you only get when you are going faster than thirty. Bob Marley is playing through the tinny car stereo, Buffalo Soldier. Most of your friends are dozing, except for Morten, with his pilot sunglasses on, who is driving and loving it. The warm wind plays through the sun-bleached hairs on your forearm, tiny grains of sand and salt reflecting the afternoon light as it strobes through the coastal pine forest. You can taste the salt on your lips from too many times the waves got the better of you in your heroic attempts to teach yourself surfing. You are tired, and happy, and your stomach is growling.
Raia - Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. To be fair, there hadn’t always been a Valley, but that’s meteorites for you, going around landscaping without so much as a by-your-leave. Raia’s parents had been lost in this restructure, along with the family hut, but everyone in the village had agreed that the newly fashioned Valley belonged to Tom and his toddler sister Raia, and nevermind the treacherous inclines or the great hot smoking stone at the deep end.