‘You've both read A Christmas Carol, right?' I said. 'Of course,' said Clara. 'I haven’t,' said Lucas. 'Yes, you have,’ said Clara. ‘It's...

‘I really don't think paper chains on a gravestone is in good taste,' said Lucas, lifting them distastefully. 'Even if they are black and...

‘Why are we in the attic?' said Lucas, brushing cobwebs from his hair. 'Shh,' said Clara, putting her hand over his mouth. 'He's...

Lucas, comfortably sat before a crackling fire, kicked his feet onto a footstool and picked up the newspaper. The curtains were drawn...

'Who's at the door?' said Clara, putting her teacup down. She frowned at the clock. 'It's too late for visitors, surely?' The knock came...

‘Look what I found at the pond,' said Clara, running up to Lucas holding something bundled in a scarf. Fear gripped Lucas’ heart. Last...

‘Hullo, Mr Guthrie,' said Lucas as he passed the bakery, which was its usual colourful, friendly self again. 'Hnnhuur,' said Guthrie,...

'Er,' said Clara, looking at the rotting marrows and slimy turnips in the usually pristine greengrocers. 'Isn’t there anything fresh...

Remember all those super fun Topsy Turvy posts I shared a few weeks ago? Well, Robin Castle (www.robincastle.net) and I did a follow-up...

This post did NOT appear as part of the original challenge, I wrote it when I used these challenge posts as a welcome gift for my...

*** Spoiler Alert *** This scene —or at least, a variation on this—is in the series. In fact, at the time of writing this post, I'm...

Uh... Hello. Saffron here. I kinda have a problem with this prompt, so no little story I'm afraid. You see, technically Lucas is my MC...

‘Good grief,’ exclaimed Lucas, staring aghast at the, the thing Clara was leading along on a piece of string. ‘What is that?’ ‘This is...

‘Would you stop doing that?’ said Lucas peevishly, putting out flamed on the hem of his robe for the umpteenth time. ‘Sorry,’ said Clara...

‘Uh, Saffron?’ said Lucas, his voice disappearing into the hot, musty darkness. ‘Where are we?’ Guess. ‘That’s not fair,’ complained...

‘No,’ said Lucas, folding his arms and turning away from me. ‘Nuh-huh. No way.’ ‘Lucas, don’t be silly,’ says I, trying not to sound like...

‘Hitchhiking?’ said Lucas. ‘At Christmas? Have you gone insane? We’ll freeze to death before anyone gives us a lift.’ ‘Probably,’ said...

‘She’d killed us,’ cried Lucas, looking down as his translucent body. ‘She went and killed us!’ ‘Yes, that’s what’s happening today,’...

‘Woohoo!’ cried Clara as she swooped around somewhere above Lucas’s head. He gripped the trunk of the ancient oak a little tighter, his...

‘1851?’ ‘That’s what it says here,’ said Clara, tapping the newspaper. ‘The Great Exhibition is on,’ she continued brightly, apparently...