STORY 13



The television was on. Luc could hear it, fairly distinct even through the hard cardboard confines that surrounded him. Judging by the artificial light seeping through the crack around the lid, it seemed to be evening; the couple whose home he was trapped in were both in and probably seated in front of their TV. He could not see what they might be watching; he saw nothing but ghostly grey forms, the insides of the sweetbox, faintly cast in shadows by the filtered light. There was

STORY 33 - part 3



Vuni was woken at dawn by a gentle shaking of her shoulder. Her eyes opened instantly, and in the half-light she looked up into Bajen's face. For a brief moment, she was disoriented, unfamiliar sights and scents flooding her senses, then she remembered where she was. The comfort of sleep fled her, the harsh reality of her situation reimposing itself on her conscious mind.


“Good morning,” Bajen greeted her in a whisper. “If you still want to help in

STORY 4


Darkness. And the smell of chocolate. And of fruit.


His nose had grown almost insensitive to it by now. It had to have, or the sickly sweetness pervading the air around him would have caused him to gag and choke long ago on the band of material wrapped round his mouth. Sickly as it was, the scent was not otherwise unpleasant, and there was nothing he could do about it anyway.


Still, he wished the predominant smell in his slot of the box were something like… mint, per

STORY 2



Aur?lie woke slowly, stretching lazily under the covers of her comfortable bed, the warm air of the room caressing her face in a gentle wake-up call. She opened her eyes, yawned, and turned her side onto her back. As she did so, she felt a weight shift with her, pressing down on her midsection. For a brief moment she wondered what it was, then the events of the previous evening returned to her, and she smiled, her smile growing into a satisfied grin which displayed her perfect whi

God, I'm starving, I thought as I turned into my kitchen. Scanning the cupboards leads me into a heated debate over whether I have enough energy to make anything or if I should just go back to bed. Why isn't there ever anything good to eat? I groan loudly as another spasm of hunger rocks my stomach. You hear this sound breaking through the silence and you magically appear at my side. Your eyes are begging me to let you in. You want to make me happy and feel the comfort that no one else can