The Platform at Paddington: A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
What if every raindrop held a universe within it? What if the storms we shelter from carry not just water, but memories, possibilities, and the echoes of moments we thought were lost forever?
The Lamplighter's Path: A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
The narrow passages of York have witnessed over two thousand years of human footsteps—Roman soldiers, medieval merchants, Victorian mill workers, and modern tourists all treading the same worn stones. These ancient snickleways seem to hold memory, even in their mortar, where past and present exist in layers as visible as the city's archaeological strata.
The Weight of Names: A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
Mother Maria Skobtsova remains one of history's most remarkable yet overlooked figures—a Russian Orthodox nun who transformed her Parisian convent into a sanctuary for Jewish refugees during the Nazi occupation. Canonized as a saint decades after her death in Ravensbrück concentration camp, she believed that true faith demanded action, famously declaring that "each person is the very icon of God incarnate in the world.
The Garden of Yesterday: A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
We are all refugees from our own choices. Some flee into work, others into silence, a few into houses too large for broken hearts. But what if escape could be literal—what if the very earth beneath our feet held doors to elsewhere, to elsewhen? What if, in our darkest hour, time itself offered sanctuary?
There are stories that slip through time like light through amber, preserving moments of human connection in ways we cannot quite explain. The Borrowers of Sorrow is such a story.
Echoes of What Might Have Been :
A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
Foreword
There are places where time grows thin, where the boundary between what was and what might have been becomes as permeable as morning mist over water. The Lake District has always been such a place—a landscape where poets have long sensed the presence of something beyond the visible world, where the past seems to whisper through wind-bent reeds and the shimmer of light on ancient waters.
The Listeners: A Time Slip Flash Fiction Story
Most recordings are straightforward artefacts: speeches, songs, readings. But occasionally, one encounters something that defies easy categorisation—recordings that seem to carry more than mere sound, that suggest the medium itself might be more permeable than we imagine. The story that follows is inspired by one such discovery, though I have taken liberties with names and details to protect the privacy of those involved.
Blood Memory: A Time Slip Short Story
Science tells us that trauma leaves its mark in our DNA, passed down through generations in molecular patterns we are only beginning to understand. History tells us that the voiceless—the servants, the working poor, the forgotten—witnessed the great crimes of their age but rarely lived to testify.
This story, at over 2500 words, is substantially longer than flash fiction limits and therefore should be classified as a short story.
The Hours Between A Time Slip Short Story
In the small hours before dawn, when the boundary between dream and waking grows thin, impossible things sometimes find their way into our ordinary lives. For Oliver Whitmore, a quiet book restorer living alone in a Tudor cottage, such impossibilities arrive in the form of a woman who appears in his bed with the first light of October mornings—speaking his name as though she's been waiting a lifetime to say it. But Claudia Ashford carries secrets that span centuries, and her presence in his peaceful Suffolk village will force them both to confront a question that echoes across time: what would you sacrifice for love that transcends the fabric of reality? This is a story of two souls finding each other in the spaces between what is and what might be, where the heart's deepest longings can reshape the laws of time itself.