Human Stories

"There is nothing like the sound of sirens and the smell of murder in the morning," chortled detective Slade to his new partner Eran. It was the end of their shift, but something about the crime and the witness felt strange to the original detectives. There was a preternatural air to it. There was a dead naked man against a tree in a grassy open area. A witness reported it and waited until the police arrived. Her story wa...

Quite how I do it, I don’t know,but I do. I block out and live with, the heavy metal.I block out quite a lot:my own typing, when I’m talking(face to face) to someone;my own thoughts when I don’t want them.There is so much we, as humans, block out,without really realising it.Do we even realise what a feat it is?Do we realise how automatic we’ve become? We fear cyborgs and computers taking over, but do we realise that we ar...

Prologue I breathed out heavily as I turned the key and entered my rundown apartment. Every evening seemed to start this way. Only tonight there was something different. "In you come," I coaxed, and the small black cat went through my legs into my home. The cat had no collar nor had I seen it before. I picked it up just after I had left work, he seemed hungry and was very skinny. I felt sorry for the thing, so out of the...