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The Den (Part 2)

There was no-one in when I went home at lunchtime. I drank some milk out of the bottle in the fridge. Then I made myself a pickle sandwich and went...
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The Den (Part 1)

This is one of the first short stories I ever wrote - about 30 years ago. It's based on my own childhood experiences, growing up on a high-rise estate in South London in the '70s.

Corona Log -14/1/22

Corona Log Entry- January 14, 2022 It is a sunny and cool day here in S.W. Florida. Temps are in the low seventies. A cold front is coming that will...
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The God of Mistakes

It was dusk over the Aegean Sea. The sun had just set over the horizon, and the sky had metamorphosed into a dull green, revealing the evening’s...
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Disenchantment 48

***** Normally quite aloof and stoic, this place was even getting to Hornblende. All he thought real, all he believed about life and death, was...
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Not a Fairy Tale

Stoking the fire means warmth for hiking on a very cold day pasted to a northern wind. A deer poking his head through flailing flakes shows there is...
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Mr Smelly (2)

One day, a singular event happened which galvanized the attention of the town. A young woman who lived on the estate, Layla Spruce, went missing...
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Mr Smelly (1)

First draft of a new story, mainly written today - so it may need some tinkering... (image credit - my own)
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Martin Luther King

Martin Luther King Day Martin Luther King Day is celebrated every January 15th in America as a national holiday. Most people like me, who are of a...
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Slipping The Escort

As a dedicated peer of the realm I am so dedicated to my work that I am prone to overlook my own concerns. Which is how I found myself in the Chief...

Beneath This Broken Headstone

Father Percival was minding his business when Joss Aitken burst into the church, shouting excitedly. "I've found a slug. I've found a slug." Joss was...

THE HUT

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THE HUT As Anita slowly walked lazily, kicking the pebbles on the pavement, singing a song, she laughed at herself for her merriment. She was...

A Spelling Bee

A bee in one's bonnet.
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THE FIRST ANGEL 5

Could be dark clouds ahead -- not just from the snow
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near Orcop

4/1/22 Circling the hill, half way up, soft mud track high above the Herefordshire plain lumpy hills criss-cross it here and there and far north the...
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Only She

She finishes his body to perfection, Chopping, sculpting flesh, Twisting and towering his sandstorm hair, Lifting the skin to show how the fire lurks...
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The Other Otherworldly Visitor of Oscaloo

Chapter 3 in the Visitor of Oscaloo story introduces the Villain.
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Public Fornication

I thought she was special and I sure did love her. But I learned that she's not the kind of woman who I could take home to meet my mother. She and a...
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How I Came to Meet Eric

How I Came to Meet Eric Seamus O’Donnell was a patient man. He came from a long line of farmers who were born and bred in County Fermanagh and South...
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