They say that as the cool autumn winds begin to stir the fallen leaves in the village, that the lost souls start...
Mary Willmott buttoned up her coat and stepped out into the freezing dusk. “Oo, it’s a cold one tonight,” said Maggie, walking...
A homage to Mr D Thomas Christmas Eve Those Christmas days, those always endless days, started way back when the leaves were...
This short story was first published in our Christmas issue of Whitchurch and Llandaff Living in 2010. The old man made his...
By Alice Morgan If you were stood outside a particular church in the early hours of Christmas morning, when the black sky...
By Patric Morgan “We need to get you home now. Your mother will be waiting for you.” Paul took Eve’s small hand...
A short Christmas story for children by Geraldine Seymour It was a week before Christmas, and everything was ready. All the cards...
The chimneys had been smoking over Rhiwbina all day. It hadn’t snowed this hard on Christmas Eve for many a year. Down...