A young girl returns from her visit to Earth, and has a ghost story to tell friends from her last night on the planet in the old city of York.
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A plant story that has a germ of an idea, but the plant was rushed out of the greenhouse a bit too early, without enough hardening off.
Short mood-piece in which an adult son clearing his recently-deceased mother’s house has cause to reflect on his upbringing, constrained by her OCD cleanliness issues.
A humorous look at escapology in the far future, with the Astoundio of the title upping the ante with fellow escapologists by escaping from beyond the event horizon of a black hole.
A sequel to a story which I rated as a ‘fairly leaden rumination’. This story takes to the skies in terms of the narrative – but what of the story itself?
Nice enough as far as it goes, without really going (boldly or otherwise) anywhere that hasn’t been gone before.
On a backward planet, primitive superstition holds that when a religious leader destined for sainthood dies, there is a wondrous odor at their passing.
After Neal Barrett Jr’s ‘Where’, with a very strange setting, Creasey provides a rather more prosaic setting of Hebden Bridge in Yorkshire.