Wave. Surfing. Surfer. A storm out at sea churns the surface. Creates a chop. Smaller, then larger wavelets. These amalgamate, with enough wind, into heavy seas. What surfers are waiting for on distant coasts is the energy that escapes from the storm. It radiates outwards into calmer waters in the form of wave trains. Groups of waves, increasingly organised, that travel together. Each wave sets off a column of orbiting wa...

The following two days proved a challenge to survive after Liam had departed. Every time he walked Max through the fields, his mind would drift to the encounter, replaying every delicious detail. He found himself constantly checking the time, eager for the moment when he could shed his clothes again and become that wild creature that Liam had brought out in him. It was a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating, l...

The early morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass. The sky was a canvas of soft blues and purples, hinting at the promise of another beautiful day. Alex, a man in his late thirties, stepped out of his cottage door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His dog, Max, a bounding golden retriever, greeted him with a wagging tail and a playful bark, eager to begin their daily ritual. Wearing a...

When Liam saw the woman step from the woods, he thought he was hallucinating. Leaning forward in his chair on the porch, he stared in astonishment at the approaching figure. His shock lasted only a few seconds before he was on his feet, shouting, "Stay where you are!" The woman froze at the sound of his voice. He waited for her to respond, but she stayed silent. "Are you sick?" he demanded. "There ain't any help for you h...

Margot looked around sleepily, reached for her phone, and pressed the unlock button to find that it was close to 9 o’clock in the morning. On and off, amidst the chirping of birds, she could detect the sounds of splashing water and something like a manual pump from the backside of the mud hut. Through the thick rectangular dried mud window, Margot stared briefly at the crop fields, shining golden in the bright sun. Knowin...

My name was Sophie Moore, a twenty eight year old graduate art student. I lived in a small coastal town on the outskirts of Cornwall, England, with nothing but beautiful countryside all around. I worked in a tourist gift shop and some of my art paintings were there for sale. I painted just nature of animals, sea, and countryside. I was a tomboy sort of as I didn't wear make up to get the attention of men and I didn't wear...

We all met for a ramble around the local lakes. It was the local walking group's third meeting, and we were the youngest two in the group by a long margin. We'd got chatting at the last meeting, and the group kept having to wait for us to catch up, the stern gent scowling at as we laughed at the back. You'd joined because it looked like something a bit more adventurous to do to get you away from your home for a few hours....