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The Front Step is an anthology like no other! Divided into three unforgettable sections:

Tales from Home

Tales from Away

Tales from the Dark

Each section is brimming with dark humour, uncomfortable suspense, and profound reflection, this anthology is your ticket to an unforgettable literary journey and adventure.

Here’s a little taste to whet your appetite.

Tales from the Night

“You don’t scare me!”

“Is that right?” The Devil scoffed.

He stood there, dressed in black, hands-on-hips, trying to make himself look bigger. Sulphur choked the air, and sparks arced around his head. He took a deep breath—he always did that before spewing his vile. I figured he needed as much oxygen as possible to project that deep guttural growl he put on to frighten people.

What a twat, I thought, although he did have great kit. I knew what was coming next.

“Kneel before me, weakling. You, puerile piece of worthlessness!”

Half a beat behind, a choir of demons parroted his words. Then they laughed; some even sang in a high-pitched squeal, the lyrics composed in a long-since-dead Middle Eastern language.

Yep, that was it. That’s what I expected.

I yawned; I was sleepy and tired of the Devil always visiting me at bedtime. Why now?

“Fuck off,” I replied. “I’ve dealt with meaner and crueller bastards than you before.” 

“No, I command you to obey, or I will throw you into the fires of hell.”

“I’ve already survived far worse than that, you fool. My home planet was destroyed by an inferno infinitely greater than your pathetic holiday retreat. So, your threats don’t scare me, arsehole! Go now so I can get some rest, okay?”

Incensed, the Devil raged, “Who do you think you are that you dare to ignore the will of the Lord of Darkness, the Wing Commander of the Flys…”

The phone rang, the ringtone telling me it was Lois.

I held my hand out. “Sorry, hang on, I need to take this.”

“Clark,” she said, in a panic, “Perry’s really pissed; he’s demanding a meeting with you, me and Jimmy at 8.00 am sharp! Just warning you, you better be there.”

“Do you know what it’s about?” I asked.

“He’s wondering who the hell would want to kill God! You don’t think Superman did it, do you, Clark…do you?” 

Tales from the Night illuminate the dank, mouldy corners of our fears and desires, revealing faint, fragile threads that bind us to the unknown or unspeakable. In the shadows, we confront what is buried deep within—the screams of long-forgotten whispers, the weight of unspoken truths and flippant wicked lies. These stories remind us that darkness is not merely something to be feared but a space where understanding often takes root, where we glimpse the raw essence and fragility of our humanity. In facing the unknown, perhaps we also come to know ourselves a little better.