Deep underneath the waves of the ocean, two young women are on an adventure to see what hides within these hidden dark depths. Yet, danger lurks across this alternative steampunk world and soon Evie and Savannah realise that their submersible might also become their permanent tomb. So as the lights slowly fail and the air becomes colder, the only thing left between these two best friends are hidden secrets and forgotten emotions…
We move around a Taxidermist’s candlelit workshop. It is full of dark, dusty objects cluttering every nook and cranny. Stuffed animals, piles of bones, amphibians pickled in formaldehyde; all tools of the trade, all laid out ready for use. We then reach Mr Stuffit, huddled up by the fireplace alongside his daughter Jocasta; who is a stunning thing of great beauty. Nineteen and never been kissed, but if eerie Gothicness was ever made an Olympic sport, with her tatty Victorian clothing, wild black hair, alabaster complexion and antique Caliper strapped around her leg, then Jocasta would already be on the podium.
Deep underground, in a secret location; a team of engineers and scientists are about to embark on a breakthrough experiment which could change our fundamental understanding of science and physics. But do these people actually understand what it is they are attempting and are they really correct in ignoring the dire warnings? They say monsters could be unleashed and that the timestream might even start collapsing backwards upon itself. But that could never happen…. Could It?
How would you spend the last few moments of your existence? Would it be with the one you love? Also more importantly, what would you vote as the best song ever to celebrate the end of the world?
While a backyard tree bellows silently in the wind; Barbara Knox attends her husband David’s crematorium service. Naturally she is sad but also secretly, a little angry. You see, there are unresolved issues between the two of them and questions that still remain unanswered.
However as we will soon discover; David’s story isn’t yet over. He needs her help and somehow he finds a way to turn back to Barbara, back to her glow. Just for one last time…
Long ago when the universe was young. Alicia Harker, the Twelfth Daughter of Destiny, took the mettle of a dead god and forged it into a bronze hand. That hand would bestow good fortune on anyone who owned it. She then discarded it by a roadside, where it might be found and passed from person to person, bringing good fortune to those who’d done nothing to deserve it.
And once every hundred years, she sets out on an adventure to discover it and see what its latest beneficiary’s made of a luck so randomly granted. Well, at least that was the plan…
Daisy Markham sits in her kitchen glaring at a tin of Mulligatawny soup on the top shelf. Even though she’s 102 years old; she isn’t going to let three small steps stop her. She’s even straightened a coat hanger to help her hook the tin off the shelf.
If only those rotten useless carers would stop trying to help her…