Short stories based on 50 one-word prompts.

Through a looking glass. Into another life. In which she had gone up in smoke. In which her reflection was only visible in a ray of light. First thing in the morning. Last thing at night.

He would do away with them soon enough. He wouldn't have eyes with which to look at her by the time this battle was finished. Eddie vs Hordley - just not as we know it. AU

Something putrid hung in the air. Whatever it was, it was in disconcerting harmony with the taste that has lingered this week in my mouth. Since Maxine Barlow was shot dead. Since my engagement.

A maths teacher and a head navigate their new love from one weekend to the next.

She shines on him and he closes his eyes in joy. She has never felt anything this divine. 'Skin of the Night' - Rachel's version

She is used to being undressed, he muses. Used to being stripped. To being bare. Only not like this.