The Strange Series

I was five when I found I could fly, sixteen when I killed a man. Both events were unsettling in their own way and, together with various other close calls, taught me I was not, nor did I want to be, hero material. Telepathy and my other odd abilities needed to be kept under wraps. Going forward, normal was going to be the name of the game.

The...

WHEN PEOPLE CAN’T BELIEVE THEIR EYES - THEY USUALLY DON’T!

1950s, London, England. A baby girl was born - that was me. My parents had no inkling I was different. Naturally, neither did I, and it was quite a while before it dawned on me that nobody else saw and heard as I did.

Luckily my family were on the paranoid side, and as they came to...

“Bending over me solicitously, was a porcelain-headed, laughing policeman; wide-mouthed with mirth, he leaned closer, tilting his head in a parody of concern. Eyeless he watched me, tongueless he chanted, I knew the chant and my mind couldn’t help but chant with him, ‘Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I knew, exactly what to do with you.’”

Telepathy,...

RELATIVELY STRANGE
EVEN STRANGER
STRANGER STILL

“He and I could kill each other.
Right there, right then, without either of us moving a muscle.
I knew that, did he?”

I was 5 when I found I could fly, 16 when I killed a man. Both events were unsettling in their own way, but by then, one thing was crystal clear, I wasn’t cut out for heroics. Telepathy...

When people can't believe their eyes, they usually don't!

1950s, London, England. A baby girl was born - that was me. My parents had no inkling I was different. Naturally, neither did I, and it was quite a while before it dawned on me that nobody else saw and heard as I did.

Luckily, my family were on the paranoid side, and as they came to...