Bobster Blog

By midnight the flat was quiet except for the bins. They rustled. Paper shifted, folded, stretched. Crumpled drafts clawed their way out, sh...

She first felt him one evening after work, when the house felt particularly hollow. A gentle weight settled against her leg as she sat on th...

The lift doors closed, sealing the two occupants into polite captivity. “Lovely weather,” said the man dressed like a job interview. “Bit hu...

Tommy was late. Again. The school bus had already wheezed away, leaving only a cloud of exhaust. He sighed at the lonely bus stop—until he h...

The man in the trench coat and dark glasses stepped up to the counter. “One cappuccino, please. Extra hot. With cinnamon sprinkled like the ...

One morning, the world woke up dim. Bananas were grey, lemons were white, and the sun looked like a tired coin. “Where’s yellow gone?” peopl...

Gerald had been haunting his Victorian terrace for 112 years, and he was good at it. Doors slammed, light fittings rattled, groans curled th...

Gary clawed his way out of the grave with all the moaning menace he could muster. His fingers were grey, his jaw slack, and hunger gnawed at...

The reminder arrived by mind prompt: SUBJECT: Renewal Required – Wedding Memory Lease, Ref. 7120-3C. Cost: £842.70. Payment due in 14 days. ...

When the announcement came—cancelled, replacement bus in one hour—Michael left the shivering crowd on the platform and wandered the concours...

The lake left without ceremony, slipping away in the dark, leaving behind the print of its body in the earth. The wind moved differently the...

The robots seized control in under a week. No bloodshed. No resistance. Just a politely worded email: Human management has been deemed ineff...

Harry woke to the sound of applause. Not the muffled, neighbour-has-the-TV-on-too-loud sort, but the crisp, united clapping of a crowd direc...

Before dawn, when the air was still cool enough to hold her together, Jacob wrapped his daughter in damp towels and carried her into the kit...

Leonard lives in the half-lit clutter of his mum’s basement, where cables snake like vines and old pizza boxes serve as makeshift shelves. H...

The first time Mira saw the man without a face, she was slicing an apple. One blink and the kitchen was a trench. The walls flickered—old pl...

Callum sat behind the till, thumb idly rubbing the packet in his pocket—just one little tab, half-dissolved on his tongue already. It made t...

It began with the pigeons in Trafalgar Square. Mid-flap, they shimmered, rustled, and collapsed into intricate origami forms—cranes, mostly,...

The empty call centre was nondescript—fluorescents, cracked plastic chairs, off-brand biscuits in the break room. “Legacy Enquiries”, the co...

The letter arrived on a Thursday. Plain white envelope, no return address. Inside, a single line on crisp paper: We regret to inform you tha...