A traveller takes shelter at a roadside inn and hears the innkeeper's account of a duke, his murdered brother, and the enormous cook who arrived uninvited at the castle.

What was served at the duke's feast, and what was left behind in the kitchen afterward, is a story the locals have carried for generations. Based on the #vss365 flash piompt "Divine."

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A girl drinks the beastings, the first milk that should have been given back to the earth. Soon the butter will not churn, the milk turns red, and a calf is found dead. But in a small Irish community, superstition is only the beginning of Bridget O’Hara’s punishment.

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A man arrives in 1890s Seattle with rain on his back and nothing to lose. People begin to vanish from the Elliott House, leaving their boots by the bed and their coats on the hook. The official record of the Great Fire of 1889 says nobody died. The official record is wrong.

Rhett Bormis flees through Streindarke’s forgotten transit tunnels after refusing to hide the truth of Charlotte’s death. A stranger named Dove pulls him into the dark.This is the Sixth Streindarke story. Discover more of them by searching for 'Streindarke' anywhere.

Story inspired by the song Fade to Grey by Visage

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Ena, mena, bora mi,Kisca, lara, mora di.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread.
Stick, stock, stone, dead.

A dark folk-horror tale from Bodmin Moor, where five children turn an old counting rhyme into something cruel, and twenty years later discover that a game can remember its rules long after the players have forgotten them.

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This is a First Doctor story I wrote and submitted to Big Finish’s Paul Spragg Memorial contest in 2026. Only one story would be chosen, on the basis of a short synopsis, and it was not mine, so I publish it here.

The story is set during the canonical gap in the 1966 television serial The Massacre of St Bartholomew’s Eve. In that story, the Doctor disappears for most of the narrative, leaving his companion Steven alone in Paris on the eve of one of the worst atrocities in French history. The television serial never explains where the Doctor went or what he was doing. I wrote this story to occupy that silence.

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Doctor Who is the property of the BBC, and this story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the BBC. This is an unofficial fan work, made purely for fan enjoyment, and no commercial benefit is either intended or implied

Pegwyche is chosen by her village for the honoured ritual of Going-Up Day and raised in a decorated cage to the floating Rookery of Ninelast. There, the blind mole groundskeeper Mister Talp reveals the truth: the girls sent up before her were never brides or blessed chosen ones, but living sacrifices, rooted beneath the Rookery so their fear can keep the floating kingdom aloft.

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In 1780s Shropshire, a parish midwife watches a man called Odd Man Dodd move between three townships. Three people die. The children learn a rhyme. Nobody asks where the words came from.

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